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[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Living with Pat is like living with a drunk walrus.

He doesn’t clean, he doesn’t cook, he bellows, drinks and lays ‘beached’ on the bed with football droning on until I get annoyed enough to shut my door and burry my head in the pillows.

This is far diffrent from the man my mother brought home to live with us, before she went into the hospital.  He used to help out, cook incredible meals, actually LIVED, and now…I’m stuck with a walrus.

Added to the fact I have food poisoning and he has…either food poisoning or a perpetual hangover and it’s enough to drive me bonkers.  He’s already nearly waisted a shit loud of expensive seafood by leaving it out and forgetting about it, drunk all of my malt drinks (and probably most of my hard alchol), bitched at me as if I were a child for how I live my life, and pushed every button he could find in what seems to be an attempt to make me either lose my mind or temper.

And yet I’m still stuck with him here, because I can’t tell my mom her ‘great’ and ‘perfect’ boyfriend (walrus) is a drunk loser I want out of my goddamned house.

*headdesk*

He had better clean up his fucking act before mom is released or I AM going to lose it and kick him out.  My mother does NOT deserve trash like him, nor does she deserve the hassle having him here would bring.  I don’t care if it’s rude of me to get rid of him but seriously, we don’t need this shit.  My mother deserves a kind, wonderful man who helps out and actually cares for her.

Not some guy (walrus) who uses her for a place to crash and get drunk. 

Arg I feel sick, how long DOES food poisoning last?!