I’m fuming with TC. The fact is he’s lazy and a kid. He’s acting like my 14 yo son. Truth be told, he’s closer to that age group than to my own.
Yesterday, I cleaned the house, washed, ironed, and other assorted sundry items that you just do when you have your own place. But Chris has never had his own place. He’s lived at home, with his aunts, on a ship and with his last boyfriend in a some horrid slum flat. I wandering around this morning. Lights left on, dirt on the tables, stuff that needs to be picked up. He can’t be bothered. I’m not his f*cking mother.
He’s not doing his share of the work. Adding to this, he’s terribly disorganized and indecisive. Just getting a decision on what we’re going to do, seems to take hours. My German oiled machinery is beginning to boil.
9 p.m. he decides what we’re going to make for dinner Off into the rain we go to the stores. Unfortunately, 2 of the large supermarkets are already closed. Both a far walk. I’m furious. I’m walking on the other side of the street otherwise I’d be screaming at him. We finally find one open (the one closest to our house). We eat in silence at 10:30 and I go to bed
At this moment, I’m not seeing a lot of upside to having Chris here. But I can’t blame him. He’s young and immature. Says so right on the bottle. Someone’s root character doesn’t change. God help you if you try to change them.
If you read my kindergarden report card (I still have them), the teacher wrote virtually the same thing that a teacher today would write about me. All the good and all the bad points. I had it all at 5 years old, preprogrammed at the factory.
So I can’t be mad at TC, I can only be mad at myself for selecting him or continuing to have him in my life. Because changing him, isn’t a possibility.