“My bed at home is a king” my thoughts were, well good for you but your parents kicked you out so you get a full. What did he expect us to do, but him a new bed?
Mary was a lot older than all of us, and had some young adult children who didn’t live with her. So, you’d think she’d have her act together. Nope. Mary had a huge drinking problem. What’s worse was that she was also doing other drugs and would bring her drug dealer over to sleep with him. Mary had a boyfriend, Chad, whom Mary had claimed was an abusive rapist. She still kept bringing him to the apartment because she clearly did not care about her safety or the safety of Karen and Mel.
I am a bit older and a little stuck in my ways, but I wasn’t thinking that I would be playing parent to the Princess. The Princess is sweet, but very young.
After she moved in we probably should have sat down and set some ground rules, but I haven’t had to do that before. There were several discussions that cleaning had to be done on a weekly basis. She understood that to mean that I would do all the cleaning. She did do her dishes and take out the trash unnagged but nothing else. But she was going to step up and we didn’t need a cleaning schedule. Yeah, right.