Wow... My computer has been broken for over a month now and seriously, this is the first time I have been alone in the house, with access to the computer that does work, in all that time. Amazing! I am in the house... right now... with no one else here. I could, conceivably, run nekkid through the house if I wanted to. (Brief pause while I think about that)
In the last couple of months, things at home have changed. No, Michele and I haven't suddenly decided to separate. We haven't adopted any children, four footed or otherwise. But we do have a visitor staying with us temporarily. This visitor, who shall remain nameless, was thrust on us unwillingly. It was either let the visitor stay with us, or let the visitor be homeless in January. Needless to say, we let V, as the visitor shall be known, come stay with us, with the understanding that V would be here only long enough to find a job and find a place to live. That was in January. And yet, here it is... March... and V has not yet done either. So... being the bad guy once again in my life, I informed V that on the 23rd... V will be out of the house. The locks will be changed and V will not be welcome back. I have been asked not to mention that V is here. But you know what? I am really tired of V and covering for V. After all, what has V done for me? Nothing. Nothing but eat my food and treat my home like a hotel. My guest room stinks. There is laundry thrown all over the new floor, dirt and wrappers strewn about the room, and I don't even want to contemplate the condition of the bedding. I may burn it. My bathroom is regularly flooded because V is incapable of using a towel before tracking water all over the place or closing the shower curtain enough to keep the water in. The shower nozzle is left turned on so that when I go to start the tub, my head gets soaked by the shower nozzle. V eats and leaves the dishes for someone else to do. V leaves the house for days and then shows up at midnight like nothing is wrong with walking into someone elses house at that hour. My front lawn is decorated with cigarette butts. And what makes me the most ill? V seems to be okay with the fact that I am working a full time job terminally ill, while V sits in my house, eating my food and watching porn on my internet connection.
Why did I let this person in here? I have no idea. Maybe some stupid part of me thought that what V needed was just a little time, but obviously what V needs is a sharp kick in the ass. Sometimes I really need to curb my forgiving nature. I think of the story of the prodigal son in the Bible. The father welcomes him back with open arms and makes much of him and the son realizes the error of his ways... yeah right. I am betting what actually happened was the son came home, borrowed the camel and lost it in a card game, slept with all the maidservants, drank all the wine and drove his father insane, but the father was too embarrassed to say what an ass he had let in his house.
But enough Bitching... I can honestly say that I have learned my lesson. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
In the last couple of months, things at home have changed. No, Michele and I haven't suddenly decided to separate. We haven't adopted any children, four footed or otherwise. But we do have a visitor staying with us temporarily. This visitor, who shall remain nameless, was thrust on us unwillingly. It was either let the visitor stay with us, or let the visitor be homeless in January. Needless to say, we let V, as the visitor shall be known, come stay with us, with the understanding that V would be here only long enough to find a job and find a place to live. That was in January. And yet, here it is... March... and V has not yet done either. So... being the bad guy once again in my life, I informed V that on the 23rd... V will be out of the house. The locks will be changed and V will not be welcome back. I have been asked not to mention that V is here. But you know what? I am really tired of V and covering for V. After all, what has V done for me? Nothing. Nothing but eat my food and treat my home like a hotel. My guest room stinks. There is laundry thrown all over the new floor, dirt and wrappers strewn about the room, and I don't even want to contemplate the condition of the bedding. I may burn it. My bathroom is regularly flooded because V is incapable of using a towel before tracking water all over the place or closing the shower curtain enough to keep the water in. The shower nozzle is left turned on so that when I go to start the tub, my head gets soaked by the shower nozzle. V eats and leaves the dishes for someone else to do. V leaves the house for days and then shows up at midnight like nothing is wrong with walking into someone elses house at that hour. My front lawn is decorated with cigarette butts. And what makes me the most ill? V seems to be okay with the fact that I am working a full time job terminally ill, while V sits in my house, eating my food and watching porn on my internet connection.
Why did I let this person in here? I have no idea. Maybe some stupid part of me thought that what V needed was just a little time, but obviously what V needs is a sharp kick in the ass. Sometimes I really need to curb my forgiving nature. I think of the story of the prodigal son in the Bible. The father welcomes him back with open arms and makes much of him and the son realizes the error of his ways... yeah right. I am betting what actually happened was the son came home, borrowed the camel and lost it in a card game, slept with all the maidservants, drank all the wine and drove his father insane, but the father was too embarrassed to say what an ass he had let in his house.
But enough Bitching... I can honestly say that I have learned my lesson. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.
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