So
tonight i come home and my stupid piece of shit brother is passed out on my 1 year old couch. he already spends most of the time on said couch, ruining it and 'breaking it in' (giving all my cushions a bad name).
for the last 8 months i have always calmly asked him to never sleep on my couch. he has a bed not far away, maybe 40 feet.
every fucking time he drinks, i find him at 7am on my couch, and chastieesses him.
tonight i'm tired of it. I get home, give the girls some food since they are out, and slap his arm to wake him from his drunken stupor. I say 'hey, go to bed". I then pour said food to the doggies and let them inside, since he et them out into the backyard for god knows how long, and passed out.
This isn't so bad, but his dog digs, and i've bouht ~20 bags of dirt to refill her holes over the last 6 months. So it annoys me. plus pups dont like being all secluded.
Anyway, i notice after 10 minutes he went from a sitting position to a prone position. way to go, asshole.
So i slap him again to get him up and moving. He mumbles and turns over. One more slap (all to the arm). He gets all up in my face.
He's 2.5 years older and always was psychical to get what he wanted. Fuck him.
I punched his face. He swang and missed. We continued in this fashion where i would contact and nothing from him. Eventually we're in his broken recliner, and he headbutts me from behind as i try and contain his flailing. I get up and hit him with my diner chair. We pause and he gets all mad and says, more or less "FUCK YOU I WILL NEVER CONTACT YOU EVER AGAIN AND ALSO NEVER PAY YOU ANYMORE GOOD LUCK FINDINNG ANOTHER ROOM MATE YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE"
we'll see. He's gonna owe for June. I'm kicking him out after 30 days (give him a shot at finding a place)
this morning at 7 he let his dog into my room when she woke up wanting to get out. That means she needs to pee.
Thanks for putting her with me, so i get to let her out. way to go. He also accussed me of never buying dog food. I've fed the dogs since i got home in February. He bought dog food once, and it was 20 lbs. I always get the 40+ lbs.
fuck him. what a piece of shit. I'm not going to contact him once he's out of my fucking house.
fuck.
/drama
tonight i come home and my stupid piece of shit brother is passed out on my 1 year old couch. he already spends most of the time on said couch, ruining it and 'breaking it in' (giving all my cushions a bad name).
for the last 8 months i have always calmly asked him to never sleep on my couch. he has a bed not far away, maybe 40 feet.
every fucking time he drinks, i find him at 7am on my couch, and chastieesses him.
tonight i'm tired of it. I get home, give the girls some food since they are out, and slap his arm to wake him from his drunken stupor. I say 'hey, go to bed". I then pour said food to the doggies and let them inside, since he et them out into the backyard for god knows how long, and passed out.
This isn't so bad, but his dog digs, and i've bouht ~20 bags of dirt to refill her holes over the last 6 months. So it annoys me. plus pups dont like being all secluded.
Anyway, i notice after 10 minutes he went from a sitting position to a prone position. way to go, asshole.
So i slap him again to get him up and moving. He mumbles and turns over. One more slap (all to the arm). He gets all up in my face.
He's 2.5 years older and always was psychical to get what he wanted. Fuck him.
I punched his face. He swang and missed. We continued in this fashion where i would contact and nothing from him. Eventually we're in his broken recliner, and he headbutts me from behind as i try and contain his flailing. I get up and hit him with my diner chair. We pause and he gets all mad and says, more or less "FUCK YOU I WILL NEVER CONTACT YOU EVER AGAIN AND ALSO NEVER PAY YOU ANYMORE GOOD LUCK FINDINNG ANOTHER ROOM MATE YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE"
we'll see. He's gonna owe for June. I'm kicking him out after 30 days (give him a shot at finding a place)
this morning at 7 he let his dog into my room when she woke up wanting to get out. That means she needs to pee.
Thanks for putting her with me, so i get to let her out. way to go. He also accussed me of never buying dog food. I've fed the dogs since i got home in February. He bought dog food once, and it was 20 lbs. I always get the 40+ lbs.
fuck him. what a piece of shit. I'm not going to contact him once he's out of my fucking house.
fuck.
/drama