ugh
I don't know where to begin really. so much junk going on lately it is really taking a toll on me. I just need to vent so bear with me. Moving out was suposed to be something liberating and exciting. Yeah that part happened but the good feelings did not last long. I find myself feeling like a mother figure, when that should not be happening. Don't get me wrong things between me and Brandon are great, just other aspects of everything else seems out of wack. I clean the bathroom, kitchen, living room. me. Brandon helps when he can but he works a lot and he contributes by washing dishes, doing clothes, and taking out trash. But no one else helps with anything. No one other than me and Brandon take out the trash. I cleaned pretty much the whole apartment except for their room. Definately not my place to do that. You would think people would offer to help clean. Me or Brandon don't leave messes for other people to clean up, but they do. I say they because it's easier that way. That isn't even the whole problem they don't offter to help, I would think it would be natural to say "hey you want to switch up which days who cleans what" but it isn't. Ya know it isn't like I dont' go to school and go to work. I do both and still have to find time to study. But I still clean because I don't no one will offer to. I should not be like a "mom" picking up after everyone it is bull**** and not fair. My grades aren't where I would like to be and some of it is my fault for slacking but part of it is this whole situation is stressing me out.
Oh there is another part to this story. There is the whole situation with food. Me and Brandon buy almost everything. (they got toilet paper, hawian punch, paper towels, chips, bread, dip one time) that was it. We pay for everything else. most of the pots and pans and other kitchen utinsils my parents and Brandons parents gave us. If it wasn't for them we wouldnt have anything to eat on. I feel like we are being ripped off. Also me and Brandon pay for internet and we dont have cable. As for rent that is split three ways. But I am sick of forking out for stuff while people are mooching off of us. I just want stuff to be equal like it should be. Is that really so much to ask for?
Moving out was suposed to be great and fun. I want a chance to relax and have fun too and I know Brandon wants that too.
I am sorry for being so complany but if you were in my situation you would feel this way too.
(Moral of the story: Make sure you really KNOW the people you move in with before hand)