I moved here to CA 2 years ago to live with my boyfriend. We live together in his house and I contribute to the household expenses. Last November, his brother (We’ll call him Brother) was complaining about money and my Boyfriend (Let’s call him BF) asked me what I thought about him letting Brother stay with us “while he saves money for his wedding in March”. I was not crazy at all about the idea- I’m not crazy about Brother. A while later BF came back to me and said, “What about this scenario: Brother would pay me $XX/month, and how about I give you the money so that you can pay off some debts, get your tooth fixed ($$$ tooth implant), and that way it’ll make dealing with this a little bit easier for you”
You can commence to reply now and tell me I should have NEVER agreed to be “paid off” for an arrangement that I wasn’t crazy about, in fact—never mind, because I’ve said it so many times to myself, it’s etched into my brain already.
So, Brother moves in, and months go by with nary a cent given to BF for the rent. BF mentions this to him and gets a song/dance about how broke Brother is and something is wrong with his car and some unavoidable expense came up (try to forget that he had $110 of disposable income to get in on a Super Bowl pool, though…) BF lets it slide as only a loving brother would. Meanwhile I feel completely shafted. But I take it like a champ, and try to put on my best charitable face, and try to remember that Boyfriend owns our house and this is a family situation for him.
Fast forward to now, SEVEN months later. Brother decided in February to move back the wedding date to July, and then in April his fiancee called off the wedding. Not one dime in rent has been paid, Brother has taken 4 trips that I can remember in these last 7 months. Once to Hawaii, once to Arizona for several days, once on a 5 day ocean fishing trip, and once to visit some buddies in the Midwest. He STILL complains about how broke he is, he complains that the housekeeper doesn’t clean his bathroom well enough (he’s a pig- she does the best she can), he makes the house reek (nose-hair burning reek) of his disgusting cologne, walks back and forth in his underwear (imagine 350 lb hairy Sasquatch), and other than that tries to be as nice as possible to extend BF’s charity as long as he can. Because he’s a Taker, and I’ve discovered that, sadly, BF is a F-ing Pushover when it comes to family. Don’t try to get over on BF in business, but if you share DNA, you can screw him as hard as you want, apparently. BF wants him out, too, but he doesn’t want to make an enemy, and Brother is very good at writing off people who don’t play the way he wants them to. Apparently (I find this out NOW), Brother has gotten “taken care of” his whole life, and he will go to extreme lengths to get his way and keep a good thing going for himself.
For the last 4 weeks, I have been a royal pain in the ass, pushing BF to “have the talk” with Brother about his needing to move out in July. I want him to have PLENTY of notice so that he can’t claim that the concept of wearing out his welcome was sprung on him last minute- because he will. I have taken a firm stand that he is NOT going to live in our house after July, having all kinds of crazy fantasies about moving into a motel on August 1 to make concrete the fact that I’ll not live here while he is. Finally, this last weekend, BF took Brother to dinner and had “the talk”. Brother went on and on about how he can’t afford to live by himself and that all of his friends are married, so he doesn’t have any roommate options. BF said he needs to make a plan, and that BF will even give him some money to set him up in an apartment (probably the ONLY way we can get him out of our house). However, if Brother doesn’t even make the effort to try to find a place or arrangement, a monetary offer is meaningless. I fear, badly, a standoff.
I have chosen to stay out of it, but at some point I feel like vocalizing my feelings to Brother might help to light a fire under his ass, as it were. This stresses me out daily, because I feel like I have no control over the outcome, and I see no foreseeable end to this.
Do I have the right to say something to him? I don’t care if he hates me, in fact, I told BF he could blame it ALL on me so that the familial relationship could be saved. Believe me- when he doesn’t get his way, SOMEBODY is going to be hated.
p.s. Did I mention that Brother is FORTY FIVE years old?
sigh, I just wanted to get all this off my chest. Thanks for making it through the rambling. Share your thoughts, or just feel the schadenfreude…