Its the time of year for my household’s “annual affliction.” My wife’s 30 year old son is visiting us.
I find it stressful that he spends every moment he is not eating barricaded in the spare bedroom.
I find it stressful that he speaks to his mother in grunts, as if he were one of the lesser great apes.
I find it stressful that he can’t figure out how to convey a dish from the table to the sink, or that he was in the living room watching porn on his computer till I told him to knock it off at 2:00 AM, or that he won’t take his wallet out of his pocket if either his mother or I are around.
Stress I can manage, I’m an adult and I can handle these things. BUT…
He brought god-damn cloth trilbies into my home. Not just one, two; a black one with white pin stripes and a white one with black pin stripes.
Because you don’t want to be caught wearing a clashing tribly, apparently.
That I put up with this lummox, this Baby Huey, this couch cancer, I do to preserve my marriage.
HOWEVER, there is nothing on this planet that is going to make me stand next to that oaf while he wears those miss-begotten rags on his head. IT IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
I find it stressful that he spends every moment he is not eating barricaded in the spare bedroom.
I find it stressful that he speaks to his mother in grunts, as if he were one of the lesser great apes.
I find it stressful that he can’t figure out how to convey a dish from the table to the sink, or that he was in the living room watching porn on his computer till I told him to knock it off at 2:00 AM, or that he won’t take his wallet out of his pocket if either his mother or I are around.
Stress I can manage, I’m an adult and I can handle these things. BUT…
He brought god-damn cloth trilbies into my home. Not just one, two; a black one with white pin stripes and a white one with black pin stripes.
Because you don’t want to be caught wearing a clashing tribly, apparently.
That I put up with this lummox, this Baby Huey, this couch cancer, I do to preserve my marriage.
HOWEVER, there is nothing on this planet that is going to make me stand next to that oaf while he wears those miss-begotten rags on his head. IT IS NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
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