I was just reviewing my blog, wow, been two years since I last posted on this forum.

Unfortunately, I feel the need to vent once again, guess who is back in my house?

For two years, I have been able to keep this good for nothing kid (SS, now 22 yrs old) from mooching off of me. He has either been in jail, or living elsewhere in that time frame.

His last stint in jail, I thought I had him blocked. He was no longer able to live with the Grandfather because the GF is very ill, terminal cancer.I refused to move the guns in my house so that he could live there when he got out and told him and wife that he would need to find other arrangements because of the guns. I didn't think that he would be able to live at my house if I had guns in the house. Well apparently this new parole officer he has, didn't have a problem with it ! I couldn't believe it when I came home from work on the day he got out of jail to find him standing in my house.

So now, here we are again. He is living in my house, sleeping on the couch and already we are butting heads. My wife and I are not talking to each other because we are always arguing about him. I can't stand the way he treats me, her and everyone else in the house. She treats him like he is the messiah and can do no wrong.

Some of the things he has done in the last few weeks that have set me off :

- Never flushes the !@#$%^& toilet. Has to be told repeatedly to flush it and then cops off with his attitude when I make him go back to the bathroom to flush the damn toilet.

- Weird rash brought home from jail..., guess what? SCABIES ! Just F@#$ing swell. I know it's not really his fault but he doesn't get the fact that this shit is contagious and act appropriately to keep the rest of us from getting it. I won't go within 5 feet of him and have told my BS (12 years old) to do the same.

- announces one night that he is going to make some cookies. Takes the pre-mixed cookie package that we bought in order to make them for everyone some night, mixes the cookies and puts them on the pan. I walk into the kitchen just in time to see him sticking his finger in his nasty mouth and then swiping it through each one of the uncooked cookies, eating the cookie dough. I told him that he shouldn't be doing that, that no one is going to want to eat the cookies now that he has essentially spit on each one of them. I get attitude and called a "germiphobe". No one but SS and wife will touch the cookies after they are done. So basically he ruined the entire batch of cookies and ate them himself.

- told him several times to find out when his health insurance starts at his new job and when he receives his first paycheck. Finally after the 4th request I get the information. I told him and wife that he needs to start looking at apartments to see what is out there. Of course I get push back from both of them telling me that there is no sense looking until he gets his first paycheck. SS then says that he knows what he needs to do and that he will be looking for an apt near our house when he has the money saved. I tell him that "if you ask me you should be looking for an apt closer to where you are working, not a half hour away, that you will need to drive and pay for gas every day" , SS says, while sitting at my table, eating my food, and while I'm putting gas in his car to get him back and forth to work until he gets his first paycheck..... "I didn't ask you"

- Came home after the first doctor visit in regards to the rash (scabies) that he had and threw his nasty, scabies infected underwear on the kitchen table. Apparently he had to remove them for the doctor and didn't put them back on afterwards. I came home to find them laying on the kitchen table.

I don't even want to go home any more, I'm dreading Christmas, we are supposed to host my entire family at our house this year for dinner, and none of my family can stand him either. I'll be amped up the entire time just waiting for this jerk to start something. My wife and I had an argument about him last night, and now aren't talking to each other....again. It never fails, as soon as he is in the picture, she turns into a different person, and I don't like that person.

So, anyway here I am again, just looking for some confirmation of my feelings, camaraderie and advice from those of you that share my shoes.

Thanks,

Steamed