I've lived with my Mum since I was a couple of months pregnant with DD, and the dynamic worked great. It's a (small) three bedroom house. There was a room for each of us.
However, after some horrible shit in my brother's life, he has now moved back in, which means I am sharing a bed & room with my Mum. I pay her £200 a month towards all of the bills etc, and have done since I first moved in. I also buy all of DDs stuff, and at least one food shop a month.
Since my brother has been here, he has not paid anything. At first he had no money, but we have made him claim DLA & ESA. He now gets £120 a week, which will go up when he's out of assessment stage of ESA to £170 - more than what I get for myself and DD. He has not paid my Mum a penny of this money, he expects for us to buy his food, buy his clothes and pay for diesel in the (shared) car. I have got myself into debt to support him, and I cannot cope with it anymore.
He has started berating my Mum and I about how much the shopping bill is (near £100 a week), but most of it is stuff for him as he always wants fresh meat. It used to be £50 a week. He bitches and moans that things that we buy for ourselves are occasionally thrown away because they haven't been eaten, but doesn't say anything when it's been bought for HIM and gets thrown away.
The money situation has arsed me off enough, but he has now started giving me hassle about the way that I raise DD. When we were both ill, DD wouldn't eat so was only being breastfed, and he told me that I was giving her my sickness and making her worse. He also tells me that I shouldn't feed her before her dinner, as she won't eat as much as she should.
DD is a mischievous little madam, who is crawling/climbing and generally getting into things she probably shouldn't. As far as I'm aware, this is pretty typical! But he keeps telling me that I should be punishing her, that when I tell her off, and move her away from things, when she cries I should just ignore her and not pick her up and kiss and cuddle her. She's a monkey and does annoy me sometimes, but I can't see how being horrible to her when she doesn't understand is going to help anything.
He doesn't want to take any advice about his own life, but is so happy to dish it out to all of us, and it is making me sick. I'm basically a full time carer for him, and he so rarely says thank you or appreciates what I do. He doesn't seem to care that I have given up my bedroom, and my ME space for him, as well as my time and social life. On top of this, there is a huge strain on my Mum and I as neither of us have any money anymore.
I think this has been more of a rant than anything else... but it has been cathartic to type it all out!