This is just a rant to get frustrations out.
I'll just let the pics explain.
Let's start with the first counter. It's between the stove and the fridge.
Next, the sink-side counter. Note the clogged sink.
This is the giant metal pot sitting next to the sink.
This is a turkey-cooking thing that is to the right of the giant metal pot in previous said picture. It's just out of view. Dirty silverware --almost everything that I have left.
Can you PLEASE close the cupboards!? PLEASE!? JUST ONCE!?
This is the dining room.
This is the drier.
This is the livingroom. I have to step over that mess every day when I come home.
Thes are MY CLOTHES that I washed today and will now have to wash again because he threw them on the ground while doing laundry of his own.
That is ALL HIS TRASH, and I refuse to clean up after him anymore!!!!!! :frown: :| :| :| :| :| :| :|
About the clogged sink, that's since I've been home this morning. He has the balls to ask me if I'll call and get it fixed. To which, I replied "That's your fvcking job, dude" and he goes "uh... o-----kay?" (like he doesn't get it or something). He then states that he's concerned about the rubber seal in the sink and that the water and junk in it might be eating it away too fast. I tried not to laugh, but replied with "WELL THEN YOU SHOULD PROBABLY FIX YOUR FVCKING MISTAKE QUICKLY THEN, SHOULDN'T YOU" and he just goes "eh... yeah, I guess" and left for his martial arts class.
He's been asked more than enough times, face-to-face. I've written him emails. I've written him notes on the dry-erase board on the side of the refrigerator. Short of going to his parents or get my cousins Vinny and Frank "The Knife" Capone over here, I don't know what to do.
Help me, AT!
I'll just let the pics explain.
Let's start with the first counter. It's between the stove and the fridge.
Next, the sink-side counter. Note the clogged sink.
This is the giant metal pot sitting next to the sink.
This is a turkey-cooking thing that is to the right of the giant metal pot in previous said picture. It's just out of view. Dirty silverware --almost everything that I have left.
Can you PLEASE close the cupboards!? PLEASE!? JUST ONCE!?
This is the dining room.
This is the drier.
This is the livingroom. I have to step over that mess every day when I come home.
Thes are MY CLOTHES that I washed today and will now have to wash again because he threw them on the ground while doing laundry of his own.
That is ALL HIS TRASH, and I refuse to clean up after him anymore!!!!!! :frown: :| :| :| :| :| :| :|
About the clogged sink, that's since I've been home this morning. He has the balls to ask me if I'll call and get it fixed. To which, I replied "That's your fvcking job, dude" and he goes "uh... o-----kay?" (like he doesn't get it or something). He then states that he's concerned about the rubber seal in the sink and that the water and junk in it might be eating it away too fast. I tried not to laugh, but replied with "WELL THEN YOU SHOULD PROBABLY FIX YOUR FVCKING MISTAKE QUICKLY THEN, SHOULDN'T YOU" and he just goes "eh... yeah, I guess" and left for his martial arts class.
He's been asked more than enough times, face-to-face. I've written him emails. I've written him notes on the dry-erase board on the side of the refrigerator. Short of going to his parents or get my cousins Vinny and Frank "The Knife" Capone over here, I don't know what to do.
Help me, AT!
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