My Brother is Sleeping In My Office
Alec moved in a couple of weeks ago after his divorce. We moved all our furniture out of our front room and either put it in the garage or the bedroom. Our apartment is big enough and wouldn't feel cramped with three people if he wasn't expanding his domain into my dining room, logging me off facebook, or leaving all the lights on.
He's moody, whiney, and won't help himself. Paul and I buy his grocerices, changed the oil in his car, and don't charge him a cent to live here (not even to make up for extra utility costs). Occasionally he'll tidy up, but not enough to make up for his own messes. I have to ask him each morning to take Bear for a walk and then there's still a good chance he won't.
It's been three weeks and I don't think he's even applied for one job. All he cares about is picking up girls. I don't know what he'd do if he picked one up. Bring him back to his sister's place, or ask her to take him out to dinner?
That just reminded me of one of my last boyfriends, Matthew, who I had to drive around and pay for everything for. The difference? He had his own place, he used the bus system, he mended his own clothes, and he cooked for me. Poor, pathetic, but frugal. He also came over to my parents house and pruned the trees in their backyard.
I don't know what to do with him. I'm trying to be supportive, sensitive, give him time. But I can't help him if he won't help himself.
He's moody, whiney, and won't help himself. Paul and I buy his grocerices, changed the oil in his car, and don't charge him a cent to live here (not even to make up for extra utility costs). Occasionally he'll tidy up, but not enough to make up for his own messes. I have to ask him each morning to take Bear for a walk and then there's still a good chance he won't.
It's been three weeks and I don't think he's even applied for one job. All he cares about is picking up girls. I don't know what he'd do if he picked one up. Bring him back to his sister's place, or ask her to take him out to dinner?
That just reminded me of one of my last boyfriends, Matthew, who I had to drive around and pay for everything for. The difference? He had his own place, he used the bus system, he mended his own clothes, and he cooked for me. Poor, pathetic, but frugal. He also came over to my parents house and pruned the trees in their backyard.
I don't know what to do with him. I'm trying to be supportive, sensitive, give him time. But I can't help him if he won't help himself.