I think the laundry thing is played out. If I say don't come here and do laundry. I get venom. I'll take the washer. I'll file for child support. I'll rake you over the coals. blah, blah, blah...
Man, now my cousin is really pushing the issue of moving in with me. His cheating walk away spouse came back again for the third time. He said he is done and now he wants to walk.
He has two kids. In all reality. I think I just got better myself. Last night quiet time was nice. I don't need four kids here, and his wife showing up. She is a venom spewer too. She is my wifes direct cousin. They are both the same age. Two kids and don't know what they want with there life, they just know they are not happy with us.
Interesting enough we both are in the same boat. Married young and our wives never got to sew thier oats in the twenty something stage.
I can't say no to him. It may be good to have someone here on some days. But I mean it is a privacy thing. I never had a room mate besides my wife.
Then there are other issues. When he would visit here with his girls he would never clean up after them. I just don't need a messy house and wife coming home with him in the house.
I mean in the past my wife asked to move in with him because he had a five bedroom house, and I told him he better not let her. The weird part was him and I talking daily after the bomb. I mean daily hours on end on the phone, and on chat. She also talked to him, and he always remained neutral. I would always say dude, pick a team. Then I even thought something was going on between the two.
Ok, and here is another thing. I was selling my truck and the person doesn't have the money so I let them use it. Now it has been over a month and they haven't made any progress.
I'm a doormat for society...
I have a walk away wife that comes and does as she pleases.
I have a cousin that wants to live here.
I have a person not paying for my truck, and they are just essentially borrowing it long term.
How did I get myself into this situation. Phil, Mr. Nice guy...
The other day at the store there was a lady in front of me holding up the line for 16 cents. I gave the girl at the counter a quarter. This lady said you never know where you blessings come from. I was thinking. It was 16 cents, and you were holding me up. Every second in my life counts right now. Didn't think someone would be so grateful for 16 cents.
Ah, it's the little things in life that matter. 16 cents made that little black womans day. Lending my truck my turn that persons life around. I don't see how letting my wifes cousin live here is going to help my sitch. Especially if his wife comes over here acting like an idiot.
