I don't get what is going on with my brother's finace. I am room mates with her and my brother. I chose to live with my brother because well I figured why not get used to not live with my parents, and I've gained lots of independence which is a plus, and I help my brother with paying off his mortgage. I pay 500 a month in rent, which is awesome. Buy my own groceries, pay off my own bills. Settled with a good paying job. And my life is set. Except for my sister in law. She drives me nuts, she complains about the smallest things that don't really matter. She does like however contributions for everybody to help around the house, (I get that.) I do my own dishes that I cook for myself or that my brother cooks for me to eat. I clean my bathroom and my room, I vacuum my room downstairs. I once in a while mow the lawn, I occasionally help my brother if he needs assistance with any electrical work or construction. So in all I've contributed plenty. I shouldn't have to contribute to do anything. All I gotta do is pay my brother 500 bucks to keep my own space clean and tidy.
So anyway one day the demon sister in law comes home and goes ahead and yells to my brother of why her containers were still in the sink after a week stinking up the kitchen, hasn't been washed and dried. (They weren't my containers) I only use saran wrap and sandwich bags in my lunches. My brother wanted me to do them. And I told them that I'm not doing them because they aren't mine. So blah.
Another day she comes and sees that the fridge at the bottom which appeared to have a chocolate puddle at the bottom. I have no idea where it came from but eventually the blame went to me. (oh joy!) I drink chocolate milk, but I don't make chocolate milk in the fridge. I take the milk jug out of the fridge I take the Nesquik and pour it in the glass, then stir, and viola!! Then put everything back where it belonged. I didn't remember putting anything chocolate in the fridge, ever. Anyway I went on sarcastically saying: "Yes... I poured the chocolate sauce on purpose, to make it look like I did something to anger you and to make you clean it up before it turns sour."
Another thing is that I was gonna make my school lunch. And my bro's fiance did get some apples from one of her friend's from their tree. She brought them home. These apples weren't great at all they were bruised and soft and yuck. So I wanted to buy my own apples. So I bought some at a grocery store and put one in my lunch for the next day. The day that I came home from work the apples that I bought were gone and those other shitty apples that she brought home were still in the fridge. I have a hunch that it was that bitch that threw them out.
I told my brother for her to absolutely not touch my food or anything that is mine whatsoever. So I'm getting my own mini fridge. I personally don't want to even talk to her or see her face. I wanna move out somewhere else with a roommate! :/ My brother doesn't want me to leave. He wants me to talk to her and try to work things out between me and her. I will, but if this keeps on happening with small arguments that turn into big arguments for no reason I'll leave this place and live with either my dad or my mom.
So anyway one day the demon sister in law comes home and goes ahead and yells to my brother of why her containers were still in the sink after a week stinking up the kitchen, hasn't been washed and dried. (They weren't my containers) I only use saran wrap and sandwich bags in my lunches. My brother wanted me to do them. And I told them that I'm not doing them because they aren't mine. So blah.
Another day she comes and sees that the fridge at the bottom which appeared to have a chocolate puddle at the bottom. I have no idea where it came from but eventually the blame went to me. (oh joy!) I drink chocolate milk, but I don't make chocolate milk in the fridge. I take the milk jug out of the fridge I take the Nesquik and pour it in the glass, then stir, and viola!! Then put everything back where it belonged. I didn't remember putting anything chocolate in the fridge, ever. Anyway I went on sarcastically saying: "Yes... I poured the chocolate sauce on purpose, to make it look like I did something to anger you and to make you clean it up before it turns sour."
Another thing is that I was gonna make my school lunch. And my bro's fiance did get some apples from one of her friend's from their tree. She brought them home. These apples weren't great at all they were bruised and soft and yuck. So I wanted to buy my own apples. So I bought some at a grocery store and put one in my lunch for the next day. The day that I came home from work the apples that I bought were gone and those other shitty apples that she brought home were still in the fridge. I have a hunch that it was that bitch that threw them out.
I told my brother for her to absolutely not touch my food or anything that is mine whatsoever. So I'm getting my own mini fridge. I personally don't want to even talk to her or see her face. I wanna move out somewhere else with a roommate! :/ My brother doesn't want me to leave. He wants me to talk to her and try to work things out between me and her. I will, but if this keeps on happening with small arguments that turn into big arguments for no reason I'll leave this place and live with either my dad or my mom.









