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The_Dunedan · 01-01-2005, 10:12 PM

OK.
My day has officially blown goats.
I love my family dearly. However, this is TOO much.
I wake up this morning, having slept off -most- of last night's usual after-effects, to the sound of my telephone ringing. It's my sister. No big deal; I love my sister and am glad to hear from her. However, it is my sister calling to ask; "Can I come live with you?"
She's been living with my mom and stepdad for a few weeks, getting her feet under her while she recovered from a nasty breakup. She indulges, recreationally, in a certain dried green psychtrophic plant. This is not a problem with anyone in the family. However, my stepdad's buisiness is such that such substances CANNOT be found in/around his property. If they were, massive jailtime and total siezure of all his assets would be forthcoming. This being the case, there was a house-rule that she could smoke all she wanted, but no evidence could be in/on te property.
Well, last night, she came home and accidentally left her stash lying in the driveway...right out in the open. Stepdad found it this morning, natually, and tossed her out...naturally. This had been discussed beforehand, and was therefore no surprise to anyone.

So now I have two hours to prepare my 2-room apartment to recieve another human, another cat, and a shit-tonne of luggage.
I do so. I prepare. My apartment is spotless, there's room to walk and everything.
She gets here. I'm thinking "Ok, this won't be so bad, sibling bonding, blah blah blah." WRONG. I suddenly discover that, while living in a shoebox is fine when you're either by yourself or with your wife/girlfriend, sharing a shoebox with your younger sister is a -very- quick route to majortime claustrophobia.
I love my sister, and I love spending time with her. However, it's only been 6 hours, and the overwhelming sense that my house is no longer my own has really begun to get to me. Bear in mind that I more than doubled my previous rent, specifically so that I could have my own place, my own space.
I'd never begrudge her the crash-space and help she needs, but I'm going nuts. I'd already stipulated that she could stay for one week because that's all I could afford. However, I'm thinking it might take her significantly longer than that just to save up enough cash to move out.

Anybody got any suggestions? I'm going crazy here! I feel bad for feeling this way, but I want my space back!

01-01-2005, 10:12 PM	#1 (permalink)
The_Dunedan Junkie	Bye Bye Privacy! OK. My day has officially blown goats. I love my family dearly. However, this is TOO much. I wake up this morning, having slept off -most- of last night's usual after-effects, to the sound of my telephone ringing. It's my sister. No big deal; I love my sister and am glad to hear from her. However, it is my sister calling to ask; "Can I come live with you?" She's been living with my mom and stepdad for a few weeks, getting her feet under her while she recovered from a nasty breakup. She indulges, recreationally, in a certain dried green psychtrophic plant. This is not a problem with anyone in the family. However, my stepdad's buisiness is such that such substances CANNOT be found in/around his property. If they were, massive jailtime and total siezure of all his assets would be forthcoming. This being the case, there was a house-rule that she could smoke all she wanted, but no evidence could be in/on te property. Well, last night, she came home and accidentally left her stash lying in the driveway...right out in the open. Stepdad found it this morning, natually, and tossed her out...naturally. This had been discussed beforehand, and was therefore no surprise to anyone. So now I have two hours to prepare my 2-room apartment to recieve another human, another cat, and a shit-tonne of luggage. I do so. I prepare. My apartment is spotless, there's room to walk and everything. She gets here. I'm thinking "Ok, this won't be so bad, sibling bonding, blah blah blah." WRONG. I suddenly discover that, while living in a shoebox is fine when you're either by yourself or with your wife/girlfriend, sharing a shoebox with your younger sister is a -very- quick route to majortime claustrophobia. I love my sister, and I love spending time with her. However, it's only been 6 hours, and the overwhelming sense that my house is no longer my own has really begun to get to me. Bear in mind that I more than doubled my previous rent, specifically so that I could have my own place, my own space. I'd never begrudge her the crash-space and help she needs, but I'm going nuts. I'd already stipulated that she could stay for one week because that's all I could afford. However, I'm thinking it might take her significantly longer than that just to save up enough cash to move out. Anybody got any suggestions? I'm going crazy here! I feel bad for feeling this way, but I want my space back!