I can understand Susan. Dss is the same. Nothing is good enough for him here.
We now seem to have him more than 50% of the time, 9 overnights out of 14 (I was never asked if I was OK with this), yet dp still pays maints and ex is asking for more.
When asked to tidy his room he says he has nowhere to put anything. He had two built in double cupboards, one shelved. Told to put his things in there he claims his mum says he's not allowed to put things in cupboards - what, in our house??!!
Tonight he told dp he didn't want any supper, suddenly he doesn't like ravioli which was one of very few things we could be sure he would eat, then grabs bags of crisps and drink cartons and takes them to his room. Dp says nothing despite a house rule of no food in bedrooms.
Later dss hovers round me as I get myself some cheese and biscuits for supper. Says "can I have some" - sure, there's the cheese, get a plate and a knife and cut yourself some. No, can I just have the bit on your plate? No you fucking can't, fucking fuck off and let me eat my own fucking food.
I didn't quite say that. But I nearly did. He's too lazy to just pick up a knife. And he has this stupid thing that he has to have everything I have. Dp never says anything to him about it. Drives me fecking crazy, both of them