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Venty McVent

Sorry I haven't posted for a while, it's because I'm a lazy shit. Every time I go to blog I realise that whatever I want to share is irrelevant and trivial. Much like this blog! But I need to vent.


It has been 7 weeks and counting since SIL moved her shit into our house. Before she came we agreed that she would pay $75 a week rent and she wasn't bringing her dog. Well, at the seventh week and counting we have been paid $0.00 and counting (well, no need to count) and our home is now shared with a stupid yappy mutt that has transformed our dog into an equally yappy mutt and two birds that fling shit everywhere in our den. Upon questioning her this week about the missing rent she simply said "oh I don't have any money, I'll pay you in a lump sum at a later date". When Rick pointed out that she brought pets down without asking she said "I did tell you, you forgot". The other day I made Rick tell her not to put shitty baby nappies straight into the washing machine, intead soaking them in a bucket of nappysan like the rest of us. She just did her washing at 10:30 tonight and my line is adorn with a whole lot of stinky nappies - that haven't seen a bucket since they were catching poo and wee on my neice. Now this begs the question: does she think we're fucking stupid??? This is the same woman that everyone in the family (even alpha-male Rick) is afraid to cross. The same woman that charged Rick $50 a week to live on her couch when he was much younger, and if he didn't pay on time or God forbit ate something from her fridge she'd chase down the street. I'm so sick and tired of this situation! This is MY HOUSE!

I don't really need to go on, but I will. She fills my vege crisper with her stupid yogurts and uses my laundy powder and happily eats my home cooked meals without so much as an offer to cook the next night. She uses my toiletries! My little sister asked me a few months ago if she could move in for a month while trying to relocate to Brisbane, and you know what we told her? "no." Because this is our marital home, where we are raising our first born and trying to live in harmony. Fucking harmony.




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Apr. 10th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
That is really really really shit.

Have you had a sit down with Rick and told him how shit it's gotten?

If I were you, I would put all my toiletries into a bag and until she gets the hint, take them out of the bathroom every time you use them.

Apr. 11th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)
You have every right to vent.....vent away. Hell I'd probably vent by getting a bat and hitting SIL around the back of the head!!!

I can't believe it's been 7 weeks already though. Mind you, I bet for you it feels like 7 months :(

I hope SIL starts paying her way, washing her nappies in a more sanitary manner and starts helping out by cooking a meal or two. If not, she should be given notice and kicked out.

How long is she suppose to be there for anyhow? I hope the end is in sight *hugs*
Apr. 11th, 2010 04:23 am (UTC)
This does not work, on any level. She pays nothing eats your food, uses your washer.. no way, this is bad, bad,hopeless. Very hard I suppose to say too much, as you and Rick really need to sort it together. Rules baby! There must be ground rules or she is shown the door again. Are you supposed to just get nothing from this?.. I would rant too. Get her to sit at the table with you, ask for rent from NOW. Suggest she buys at least one lot of groceries every week. Cooks a couple of meals. babysits, etc. Otherwise are you just a charity for her? You have every right to rant, and no wonder you dreaded this, you knew didn't you? Wishing you luck sister. Any sane person would think the way you do.
Apr. 11th, 2010 02:59 pm (UTC)
I'm not judging you but STAND UP FOR YOURSELF. You will end up hating your significant other for the rest of your life and you will always blame him for her being a cow. Seeing as you all of a sudden seem to want to marry this dude, youre kind of marrying her. Set boundaries or shell mooch off you forever and youll end up divorcing in your 25th year of marriage with 3 grown up kids who hate you and refuse to talk to you or thier father....
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