There’s a screaming baby in my house.
There’s a young man in my house who says “I thought we were on this equality shit” every time I have an opinion he disagrees with.
There’s a man in my house who told me yesterday I didn’t have to wash his dishes. And who questions my capability in daily life regularly on things he sees as “manly activity”. And who plays sugar smooth every time he thinks I’m upset, instead of just asking me what’s wrong.
Sometimes, there’s a five year old in my house who’s father make very little effort to keep him away from activities inappropriate for children, despite having reassured us before moving in that this would be his top most priority. That it wouldn’t even be a problem.
Let me ask you, if someone has a single lane driveway, and the car in the drive way doesn’t not belong to the person you came to see, and there is room to park on the street, do you park that person in, or do you park in the street? Do you ever park that person in and then leave in another car and don’t clear it with the person you’ve parked in or even let them know you’re leaving?