So first off, my husband's father lives with us. He owns 50% of the house. This is not ideal, in fact I really am not pleased with it most of the time. He has the upstairs because he can't walk down stairs, this means he also has the kitchen. Kitchens are known as a place where -stuff- ends up, you know, the stuff drawer than has from bandaids to twist ties to nails and sometimes even road flares (still have no idea why mom and dad had those in a kitchen drawer for most of my life). Not here. Here it is for HIS (husband's dad) stuff only. He is apparently threatening to throw away all of our stuff if it isn't moved. *blink blink* Guess who does all of the cooking and cleaning? Not HIM. Me. It's my freaking kitchen!!! My coupons are in a baggy on the corner of the table beside his stack of trash, but they are the things that he plans to throw away. They do him no good you see, he hasn't stepped into a grocery store in probably 40 years. He just eats $200 of food a week, he never actually buys any.
HIS job is to sit on the couch, eat 10,000 calories a day, and complain about me and my husband to anyone who will listen. I do his laundry, cook his food, clean his damned bedroom... but he complain about me. Constantly. I'm lazy and never do anything you see. Um. Yeah. Pot and kettle come to mind. He sprained his back taking a shower. I have pneumonia and am still doing the dishes and laundry and cleaning. My husband works 40 hours a week, does chores on his days off, and guess what? He is lazy too. Dad mows the lawn once every 2 or 3 weeks with his ride on mower. That's it. No other work. He even uses paper plates so he doesn't have to rinse a plate and leave it for me to wash, too hard to walk around the table and turn on the tap.
We spoil this man. He is treated like a prince. New clothes all the time, anything he wants he gets... even if its the junk food he prefers to live on. We wait on him hand and foot and in return we get snide comments, rudeness and complaints. Even the neighbours help him endlessly and all he does is complain!
I'm at my wits end with him! Just typing this is taking away sooo much stress! How do you please someone who refuses to be thankful for anything?
The first year of marriage is supposed to be the hardest right? Bet that doesn't include this crap huh? Ugh. I'd bang my face into my desk but then I'd have a sore face to go with my sore chest
