Quick back story - I'm remarried and my two boys from PR live with us. They're 16 and 18.
Since June it's been a nightmare. They left college/school and basically did nothing for 3 months. Just dossed around the house making a mess, nattering for money and getting under each other' feet. DS1 started local uni end of September but although it's supposed to be a full time course, he only seems to be there for two hours max a few times a week meaning he's STILL constantly moping around the house in his dressing gown eating and making a mess. Cooking and leaving shit all over the kitchen, pissing all over the bathroom etc etc. DS2 is still doing nothing (we're working on it with support) meaning he's constantly in the house but he's worse, he steals, has girls back and is smoking dope. Basically we're having a right time of it.
On top of the obvious concerns DH and I never get a break, there is always "something" going on. We never get time on our own and our marriage is suffering.
This Saturday the boys were meant to be staying at their dad's house. It's the first time DH and I have been alone for months. We got a takeaway, opened a bottle of wine and sat down to cuddle on the sofa with a movie. It was bliss.
Then at 9pm DS1 strolls through the front door saying he couldn't be arsed to stay at his dad's. I lost my shit and shouted at him that he had to go. He said "I'm an adult, I can do what I want" and I had to bite my tongue and stop myself from shouting "yes you're an adult, so move out!". I didn't say it but I'm so fed up and exhausted with the pair of them that i genuinely thought it.
I forced him to go. He wasn't happy and then I felt guilty but I'm really at the end of my tether with the pair of them. I never get a break. They're always THERE. We go to bed on a night and all we can hear is DS1 battering away on his computer keyboard, early hours of the morning doors flying open, toilet flushing, doors slamming shut - its CONSTANT. DH and I don't even have sex anymore as DS1 is constantly in his adjoining bedroom making a racket and it puts us off.
WIBU to make him go? All this "I'm 18, I can do what I want!" Is making me want him to move out. I need space. I feel suffocated.