Now I'm not talking about family living with family as in Mother, Father, son, daughter. No. I'm talking about when you are a gown adult and move back in with your parent(s) or they move in with you. Its just a very bad idea and can make you crazier than a rat in a tin shit-house. Unfortunately I speak from experience.
Sometimes families living together like this cannot be helped. For instance, my initial experience in living with family. I was a stay-at-home mom and my (then) husband was making $62k per year. Obviously I did not need to work. I won't get into why we divorced-that's a subject for some other time. At any rate, it was unexpected and sudden. My kids and I ended up moving in with my dad and his wife...much to my chagrin. But when you have three kids ages; 14, 11 and 8, and you're not working...ya gotta do something quick!
So the kids and I packed up and out to my dad's we went. Truth be told, I think we would have been just fine there had it not been for my step-mother and I clashing like oil and water. MAJOR control issues there. I managed to tough that out for just under two years.
Now we are living with The Boyfriend's mom...or rather she's living with us. Depends on how you look at it I guess. She and I don't fight but its just not a good situation/environment conducive to trying to maintain a relationship. (Which I use that term EXTREMELY loosely) I have none of my furniture here, none of my decor, etc. I have the bedroom and that's it. We split cooking the meals but I've come to detest cooking. With the tiny kitchen being 6'x9' there's definitely NOT room for anyone else to be in there. His mom has an annoying habit of standing right in the way while I'm trying to cook. Then of course she has to tell me how SHE would cook whatever I'm cooking. One of these days I'm just gonna snap & say "Well then, why the f**k don't YOU cook it then?!"
Speaking of cooking, its such a pain in the ass to cook for those two! I've never seen people so picky. They do NOT eat vegetables, NO fruit, don't like seasonings unless its blazing hot crap. Their idea of perfect homemade spaghetti is hamburger and V8 juice. NOT...EVEN...KIDDING! Me being Italian; I thought I was going to have a stroke the first time I saw them eat it like that!
Oh and there's so much more to bitch about. I won't though, I would be here all frigging night. Needless to say, its past time for me to get the hell outta here. Hopefully I get this job at LMH so I can do just that!
And keep my sanity in the meantime! Anyone have any Ativan? Valium? Klonopin? Xanax? LOL
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