I've let a childhood friend of mine and her five year old daughter move in with us. Her entire life and every decision she's ever made has been drama. She's never kept a job or had a half decent boyfriend/husband. She's been living with this guy the past year that's been cheating on her, beating on her, and not working. She gets money from social security because her last husband commited suicide. Anyways, I got tired of all the drama and thought perhaps I could help. Once she said she was leaving the boyfriend once and for all, I told her if she was 110% sure she could live here. I told her we wouldn't ask for a dime from her and we would do all we could to get her on her feet. She was so thankful and said she would clean house and blah blah blah. I told her that I wanted her to just focus on getting her life back together. I said I only have four requests: 1) You do not have anything to do with your ex while under my roof. 2) The dog doesn't come here. (Long story.) 3) The cat doesn't leave the bathroom until it is litter box trained. "Oh, don't worry, the cat's pee dries on the carpet and you can't even see it! I was never able to afford litter, so I didn't train him." and 4) YOUR dishes are done after every meal. (Our peeve is dishes sitting, we always do them right after we eat.) She has lived here three days and broken every #$&#$#$ rule! The dish thing may seem petty, but if we can work 40 plus hour weeks and manage to run an entire household, I think that her jobless bleep can do her OWN dishes. I'm so irritated right now, and my husband says to keep my mouth shut cause it's only three months. (It could be sooner, but she doesn't want to work.) I so regret letting her move in, but it broke my heart to hear her crying when her bf was beating her. I can't believe I'm already at wits end.
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