Waiting again to go make a cup of coffee. Might not get any today. Oh well.
Can explain this well. We live with her sister and her husband in literally a hovel. It's an unfinished basement with a metal roof on it, roughed in rooms. One room is the kitchen area. Her brother in law sits in a chair out in the kitchen by the counter. He's a big fellow. I am not intimidated. What I am is pissed that every damn time I want to do something in the kitchen I need to excuse him.
Allegedly we
live here too, as well. We ought to have access to the kitchen without his encumbering ass in the way. All he is doing is leaning on the counter looking at his tablet. There's room elsewhere in the house he could the same shit. Does he? No.
If I lived here too, it would seem access to the kitchen such as it is, wouldn't be limited. And while at it, about that kitchen. All that's there really is the coffee maker, microwave, sink. The cooking stove doesn't work. There would need to be cooking gas for it if it did work.
There's a fridge and wife's stand up freezer filled mostly with their shit out on the front added on porch. It seems they're keen to run everything into the ground then let her mom and dad, or his mom buy them new. There's two maybe three vehicles here that have been run to the ground, needing various repairs.
Her granddad's big red ford sat a year because her brother in law couldn't be bothered to handle a $30 and twenty minute repair. Christy's, my wife's, dad got told exactly what the issue was from the mechanic up the way. He told her brother in law and figured he would get on it. Her dad waited a month before he went and got the part, did the repair himself.
Had it been my truck or dad's truck someone else was using, I'd be damned if they'd still be using it after shit like that. But, ... oh well.
To whit the repair was the starter cabling. It needed swapped out with new cables. The cables were located right up top, on the driver side of the motor. Yes, I literally could have done the repair, likely done it in my sleep. And like I said, I don't go wrenching on stuff but do know the basics.
I am fed up beyond measure having to live here. Tired of having to see their shit. Tired of my wife needing to see it. And tired of her having to pay to help out. I don't mind the helping of family within reason. This goes beyond that though. Christy had pay $2,4000 for her mom to get a new fridge. The only thing wrong with the other one? It needed cleaned.
And yes, the brother in law got to looking at it and decided he would make it theirs after he cleans it up.
Argh! I would punch the walls but fear going through drywall and shattering the 40+ year old cinder blocks. And honestly, I do fear that along with likely breaking my hand. Though I been trained to do such strikes without comprise to myself. I'm afraid I'd just flat out country boy right hook it and destroy my hand and the block wall. I'm just that pissed off.
So yeah, such as it is that's my holidays. Any wonder my blood pressure sky rockets?
Apologies for being a dump truck. Hope everyone else is managing better holidays. Y' all deserve them. I do have some happiness in knowing my wife loves me.