Hey, Larry (AKA father-in-law) You’re a LOSER. In the foureen years I’ve known your daughter/my wife, you’ve been a loser. I don’t care what education you’ve had or how talented you are, you’re a leech on my ass. I’ve been working a full-time job since I was 18; you haven’t had a real job and/or house since I’ve known you. I moved across country (from California to Georgia) for a job. I worked my ass off and we bought a house. When we bought the house, I told Mrs. Top that the house was hers, except for the garage and basement; those are mine. Garage, I now have three boxes in it, the rest of the crap is yours. The finished part of the basement is now yours, but you still sleep on the couch and hog the TV.
Your second day here, you decide to talk to me about my drinking. You fucking weed-smoking, codeine-3 taking, unemployed mother-fucker. I have doctors OFFERING me Percocet but it knocks me out, beer just dulls the pain enough to sleep.
You see, I need to get up in the morning and go to work; I don’t get a (never seen action) VA pension. I don’t take advantage of the system and then whine about ”Obama-Care.” I spent my time working and not protesting illegals (AKA, to you, any Hispanics willing to do a job that you’re “to good” for.)
I bought a wireless router and got a dongle for your PC; you’re either to lazy or stupid to figure out how to use it and still use my Ubuntu based PC.
Here’s the bottom line. We’ve argued twice, there WON’T be a third time. I wouldn’t piss onyou if you were on fire, owed me twenty dollars, and I just drank a twelve-pack. I’d toss another twenty on and consider it money well spent for entertainment. As I told Mrs. Top, if she needs proof I love her, the fact you’re still here should be proof enough.
If it is really your house, you would just kick him out. I understand the complications involved including possible legal and relationship ones but you helped create a situation in which someone suckered you into making your home not your own. You can correct that but it it is going to take both balls and time. Chalk it up as a lesson learned and fortify the castle from now on.
Not without Mrs. Top (who The State of California took from him when she was 11 for leaving her alone for three days) complaining. I guess she’s gotten mellow and forgiving to him.
Shagnasty, it’s not my house, it’s our house. Despite the fact that me, our two kids, our four dogs, and our cat dislike him, he has two supporters (and he’s one of them and doesn’t count.) Mrs. Top has had a tough life and I don’t like to refuse her. Soon though, it’ll be her desires versus mine; she’ll (and maybe both of us) will lose.
Thenk Yew. It’s actually because I let him borrow my PC earlier and he asked me what “Windows” I was using. I told him Linux Ubuntu and he asked me if that was a form of Adobe:rolleyes:. This,from a self-professed computer expert, really annoyed me.
I like the rest of your pitting, especially the bit about tossing another sawbuck on the flames for entertainment value; however, this part is a bit odd. One does not have to see combat action to qualify for Veteran’s Disability.
So what’s the rest of the backstory on this? Why does your FIL live with you? Was it always supposed to be a permanent thing, or was originally just temporary? Where would he go if/when you kick him out?
This guy sounds like he is making an effort, yet you keep throwing it back in his face. He has tried to reach out to you, to make the conversation about YOU (and your drinking). He has tried to protect your job (filthy low wage illegals), he has donated some boxes for you to sell for holiday money, he tries to keep your old persons computer warmed up for when you need it.
He seems like he is doing his best, but nothing is ever good enough for you, give the guy a break.
move the computer down to the basement, get a tv and put it down there. Get yourself a new computer and put parental controls on the living room TV so he can use neither the TV nor the computer. Whenever you see his ass in the living room, tell him to go down to the basement. Tell him he can come up from the basement for meals and using the bathroom. [if there is no bathroom down there for him to use that is.]
When the wife bitches, tell her that you are tired of his ass taking up space in the living room and disrupting your life. Point out that he does not work, and does nothing but suck up your personal resources. Tell her that you respect her need for having her father in her life, but the new living arrangements are what she is going to get. Dump his boxes in the other part of the basement or get one of those metal storage sheds and put it up in the back yard for his crap. Tell your wife that the house is yours and hers, not her fathers and if he doesn’t like it, he can get a job and find a place of his own.
I will say that I have never been married to nor lived with a man who would put up with me moving a slacker relative in like that.
Your wife is the problem here, not your FIL. I think you and the kids should have a nice long talk with her, explaining why all three of you are unhappy with the current situation. After that the ball’s in her court. Not to get all passive-aggressive, but she should know that she has to decide whose happiness is more important to her.
Any disability caused by a service-connected injury can qualify a veteran for VA Disability pay. The injury does not have to occur under combat – the majority of veterans never see combat. (That was true even during WWII, and certainly in the limited actions since then.)
Even very mundane things like falling off a ladder while filing records, or tripping on a carpet while getting coffee for an officer, all right here in the states, can be a qualifying ‘service-connected’ injury. (Of course, most such accidents do not result in any permanent disability. But if the fall caused a badly broken leg, and it didn’t heal properly, and the person was left with a permanent limp or other disability, then, yes that would get them VA Disability Pay.)
