This morning we were rudely awoken just before 7am to Kallum crouching down beside our bed, about to borrow Kayla’s charger without asking, despite the fact he has his own!
I’ve just had my long weekend off (which wasn’t so long due to Rest-Day Working Friday, Saturday & 12hrs on Sunday) and today start back on my late shifts 14:00-23:00 so don’t appreciate being woken up at the crack of dawn by my brother-in-law in our room taking what he likes.
We pay a decent amount of housekeeping every month, where the others living here pay substantially less, if anything at all.
When I moved here from my Mum’s house three years ago I was told I’d have my washing and ironing done for me, and there would always be food in the cupboards, fridge & freezer. This has been very short lived. The freeloaders in the house constantly eat whatever nice snacks are in the cupboards, fridge & freezer regardless of who has purchased it.
Nothing is sacred!
We often have to buy our own food & drinks, making sure there is enough to also feed the freeloaders. I bought ice creams in the Summer for the two of us, we had one each, and somebody ate the rest before we had a second look!
Last month my PlayStation 4 was brought downstairs despite my objections at the time, played for a couple of hours, then left downstairs for the best part of a week afterwards until I took it back up to my room myself.
We have our space, we live in our space, but it’s not our own. Nobody has any respect.
GHD straighteners and hairdryers always being borrowed on assumption that it’s ok, phone chargers too, snacks from our room (even those buried in storage boxes) being found through rummaging, and eaten.
Going back to food in the freezer being eaten: sometimes the culprit says “Mum said I could have it, that she’d replace it”, and Mum doesn’t deny it. Often she doesn’t replace it.
She comes in from work, gets a clean coffee mug from the cupboard and uses it as an ashtray. She refuses to purchase ashtrays as she was fed up of seeing them lying around everywhere.
For me though, the sight of soggy or wet ash makes me feel ill. And it’s nothing to do with me being an ex-smoker either.
There are arguments over money owed too, which I can’t really talk about as it’s not to do with me.
I just really need to get out, get our own place that we can do as we please, buy what we want, have more storage space, and maybe even make love without fear of someone just walking straight in without first knocking (or knocking but not waiting for an answer).
But we can’t. Not yet, as between us we are owed so much money. My catalogue balances are sky high, yet I barely owe anything on them, and my credit cards are maxed out (mostly me, but also partially where I’ve just had to pay bailiffs over £1000 on behalf of my sister-in-law for council tax that she didn’t actually owe (from the previous tenant)).
We’re stuck! I’m struggling with what I owe on my credit cards, let alone having to pay what others owe on them. I can’t get any more credit as my rating is now classed as “Very Poor” otherwise I’d get one big loan to consolidate everything.
But yet everyone else is talking about holidays, etc.
I’d love a holiday right now but a) can’t afford it; and b) I can’t fly anyway as I suffer so badly with my ears whilst flying, and still suffer from blocked ears a week or more afterwards so I spend my holiday miserable because I can’t hear anything so can’t really take part in conversations or decisions (i.e. where to go to eat).
I’d sooner drive 19+ hours through France into Spain than fly!
I must be crazy!!