Becca, my sister, has been living with us in our new house since last July. She was going to move out anyway (from our parents' house at 18), so we figured that we've let her move into our new house. While we didn't choose our house because of her, we did keep that in mind when we were shopping. Our house is rather nice because it's sorta like a converted duplex, so she has her own room and kitchen for herself, as well as her own computer room.
We agreed on $150/mo, which in any normal terms is damn near stealing. (You couldn't get half a two-BR apartment for that much.) She also pays her cell phone that's on our plan @ $10/mo (the cost of an extra phone on our plan). She's supposed to get her own food and use her kitchen. Because she was still looking for a job at the time, we agreed that she didn't have to pay rent until November, and in return, she would help paint around the house.
So far, I've seen maybe $300. She has a fairly steady job paying around $9-10/hr. Her cell phone bill has constantly run up because she has all of these 1-2 minutes calls on her record. (Yes, it's only 500 minutes, but I hardly ever used much on my old 100 minute account.) So, her part of the cell phone bill is up to $50/mo, and I had to get a new plan to keep her from running up the bill. She doesn't use her kitchen, and eats our food. She complains that there's nothing to eat, because she's on this stupid low-carb diet shit. To top it off, she had a bounced check that caused a lot of problems on our end.
So, this debt is adding up, and it seems like she's trying to take advantage of us because we're family. The lack of money from holding up her end of the bargain is hurting us. We're not exactly poor, but I've having a very hard time just trying to pay off my credit card debt when I have to pay a $1000/mo house payment, $80/mo on my cell phone, shitloads in electric/gas, and lots in food. (I just spent 200 fucking dollars in mostly MEAT!)
Anyway, last night, I was punishing the dogs for escaping and running around the neighborhood. Shellie and Becca start yelling at me for it. (Becca has a worse temper than I do, so we tend to argue a lot.) Becca and I get into a shouting match, until she starts threatening to kick my ass if I "abuse" the dogs again. Again, she's not even 19, and I'm 26. I tell her to never threaten me in my house again, and eventually yell at her to get out of my house. In the end, Becca drives off, Shellie's crying about the whole mess, and I had to leave for work.
Granted, I have a temper problem myself, but it just seemed like the last straw. At the same time, if she left, it still wouldn't be my ideal situation. Sure, she wouldn't be eating my food, but I'm still left with my house payments and cell phone bills. When we're not arguing, I do enjoy her company. Sometimes we hold parties at our house with some of her friends, whom I get along with. I actually missed her when she almost totally disappeared with her (now ex-)boyfriend for about a month or two.
On the other hand, it seems like she's never going to learn unless the Real World is thrust upon her. When I moved out, I was working stock in Target or as a gas clerk at StupidAmerica, living off of macaroni & cheese and ramen noodles (or 99 cent snack food at SA), with no car insurance, a broken down 12-year-old car, and an expensive apartment payment. My parents used to be poor when my dad was a starving drummer, living in a small and shitty house, and on food stamps. It seems like Becca just doesn't know what it's like to actually be on your own, because she basically just moved in from living free at our parents' house, to living damn near free at our house.
I'm in this bind, because I still don't know if I really want to kick my sister out or not.
We agreed on $150/mo, which in any normal terms is damn near stealing. (You couldn't get half a two-BR apartment for that much.) She also pays her cell phone that's on our plan @ $10/mo (the cost of an extra phone on our plan). She's supposed to get her own food and use her kitchen. Because she was still looking for a job at the time, we agreed that she didn't have to pay rent until November, and in return, she would help paint around the house.
So far, I've seen maybe $300. She has a fairly steady job paying around $9-10/hr. Her cell phone bill has constantly run up because she has all of these 1-2 minutes calls on her record. (Yes, it's only 500 minutes, but I hardly ever used much on my old 100 minute account.) So, her part of the cell phone bill is up to $50/mo, and I had to get a new plan to keep her from running up the bill. She doesn't use her kitchen, and eats our food. She complains that there's nothing to eat, because she's on this stupid low-carb diet shit. To top it off, she had a bounced check that caused a lot of problems on our end.
So, this debt is adding up, and it seems like she's trying to take advantage of us because we're family. The lack of money from holding up her end of the bargain is hurting us. We're not exactly poor, but I've having a very hard time just trying to pay off my credit card debt when I have to pay a $1000/mo house payment, $80/mo on my cell phone, shitloads in electric/gas, and lots in food. (I just spent 200 fucking dollars in mostly MEAT!)
Anyway, last night, I was punishing the dogs for escaping and running around the neighborhood. Shellie and Becca start yelling at me for it. (Becca has a worse temper than I do, so we tend to argue a lot.) Becca and I get into a shouting match, until she starts threatening to kick my ass if I "abuse" the dogs again. Again, she's not even 19, and I'm 26. I tell her to never threaten me in my house again, and eventually yell at her to get out of my house. In the end, Becca drives off, Shellie's crying about the whole mess, and I had to leave for work.
Granted, I have a temper problem myself, but it just seemed like the last straw. At the same time, if she left, it still wouldn't be my ideal situation. Sure, she wouldn't be eating my food, but I'm still left with my house payments and cell phone bills. When we're not arguing, I do enjoy her company. Sometimes we hold parties at our house with some of her friends, whom I get along with. I actually missed her when she almost totally disappeared with her (now ex-)boyfriend for about a month or two.
On the other hand, it seems like she's never going to learn unless the Real World is thrust upon her. When I moved out, I was working stock in Target or as a gas clerk at StupidAmerica, living off of macaroni & cheese and ramen noodles (or 99 cent snack food at SA), with no car insurance, a broken down 12-year-old car, and an expensive apartment payment. My parents used to be poor when my dad was a starving drummer, living in a small and shitty house, and on food stamps. It seems like Becca just doesn't know what it's like to actually be on your own, because she basically just moved in from living free at our parents' house, to living damn near free at our house.
I'm in this bind, because I still don't know if I really want to kick my sister out or not.
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