Found this meme today after posting and I feel like maybe it's what I'm looking for. This little fit lasted 10 seconds tops.
I’m annoyed at the insinuation that I have taken over too much space in this house even though it will belong to both my brother and I when Mom dies. I don’t like living with people, either, but Mom moved halfway across the country to live out her final years near us and she can’t do all the utilities and insurance and property tax by herself. I moved in to help her, though she thinks I did it for me. “I don’t mind you living here….” hurts; I gave up my own place for her. Bro moved in because he broke up with Ex Girlfriend and needed a place to live.
His entitlement, I imagine (maybe I’m wrong) has fueled him to have literally half the basement for a playroom. One quarter is Mom’s sewing–fine. The rest is my stuff shoved along a wall. I don’t want the basement but he should realize his privilege. In addition, the two of them do allllll kinds of things to the house without consulting or even telling me. I feel like a guest in my own home. Most of the kitchen is their food, really no room for mine. In fact, Bro complained angrily he had to keep his beverages warm in his room because we filled up the drink shelf. So we moved Mom’s drink dispenser out to the counter (warm water, yay) so he could have room. We fixed it and a year later he STILL complained. I can hardly fit anything in the freezer; I just make do. I park half on the grass so they have room on the driveway. As far as the bathroom, Bro and I each have half the undersink cabinet, half the shower caddy, and one personal shelf in the closet. Admittedly I have the drawers because feminine products. I keep a LOT of stuff in my closet now that would be in the bathroom, and out of deference to him. So this is the complaint today:
Mom brought home CV-19 tests I wasn’t interested in and asked if I wanted them in Bro’s/my bathroom. I didn’t. The last time we had any he put them on his shelf. He took them this time and I mentioned there is that first aid shelf (for everyone but he acts like it’s mine just because I bought most of the stuff–I do share). He didn’t even acknowledge but instead said “Well, I’ve only got one shelf in there but eff it; I’ll put it there!” Major attitude.
- I just said there’s a first aid shelf.
- I moved in first but when you did, I felt like I should make more room and I did. I even spent my money on a new shower caddy and suction holders. No thank you, no acknowledgement.
- You’re the one who wants the tests in there. Yet you’re complaining about where they go.
- Stop acting like I’m encroaching on your house. You’ve taken control of really the fate of it: fixtures, etc. If I buy out your half, I’m stuck with whatever you did to it, whether I like that or not. I won’t be able to afford to change it and you’ll make out with money while I’ll have to pay a loan. Seriously, STOP WHINING.
So here I am annoyed enough to post all this and I already had a headache. I can't talk to him about this stuff. He's not constructive. He never says things like "Hey, do you think I could have another shelf?" So I have to figure out how to let it roll off me because I know he's trying to get at me, covertly accuse me of taking over everything (total projection), get my goat without working toward a solution. And he's like night and day--so amiable last night and today this passive aggressive dig.
I need to be the bigger person. How?
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