He's 16. He's really unpleasant.
Always complaining about all kinds of stuff like the wrong porridge oats, chocolate spread running out (mostly because he eats it all), that we won't ferry him here there and everywhere at all times of the day. Etc.
Slamming doors around the house and kitchen cupboard doors.
I can't wait for him to leave home except he's now messed up his GCSEs so I don't expect he'll be leaving home for years.
I guess unpleasant people are born into the world every day. Just because he's my som doesn't mean I have to like him.