It’s been a week, we’ve had a huge range of emotions, leaving uni and friends and now faced with looking for a job, a career, a life.
He’s back and he’s angry, the house doesn’t work the way he thinks it should, standards have slipped, he found some mouldy cheese on the fridge, there’s nothing to eat, it looks like I’m not providing the level of service he expects.
I am not going back to being responsible for everyone’s meals - I sort the evening meals and breakfast. I am not shopping to keep in lunches, snacks and midnight munchies. He says he has no money - he means money he want to spend. I’m not asking for board but I’m not providing a hotel service. The attitude, the entitlement is breathtaking.
How’s everyone else coping - have the cracks started appearing or are you still thrilled to have them home with no prospect of them moving out any time soon?