parlorcitysaint
WhoDat in exile.
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Here's the hypothetical:
You and your long term girlfriend have separate homes, partly due to schedule differences, and partly because both of you enjoy your time away from "the world". Your day starts at 4:30 am, and that's when she's usually getting in bed. You work for an international corporation, and she owns a country "mom and pop" restaurant.
You have family 100 miles away who you go and visit occasionally (go there Saturday, drive back Sunday), while she has an unmarried brother who comes to visit 3 or 4 times a year. He camps out on the sofa, and lends a hand in the restaurant (usually). He also cleans her out of "his whiskey", which is a must have for the restaurant, so it gets replaced when gone, and eats on her dime. Generally, he'll stay for a week or two. This time, he's found a girlfriend, and he's still here after seven weeks. Her apartment has basically become a flophouse between his dates and his evenings at the restaurant's bar.
He does laundry, but only his things. In the seven weeks, he's done dishes once and bought lunch once
At what point is saying ANYTHING merited? You realize that "it's not your place", but your patience is wearing thinner with each passing weekend that any thoughts of "togetherness" are dismissed because he... remains.
You and your long term girlfriend have separate homes, partly due to schedule differences, and partly because both of you enjoy your time away from "the world". Your day starts at 4:30 am, and that's when she's usually getting in bed. You work for an international corporation, and she owns a country "mom and pop" restaurant.
You have family 100 miles away who you go and visit occasionally (go there Saturday, drive back Sunday), while she has an unmarried brother who comes to visit 3 or 4 times a year. He camps out on the sofa, and lends a hand in the restaurant (usually). He also cleans her out of "his whiskey", which is a must have for the restaurant, so it gets replaced when gone, and eats on her dime. Generally, he'll stay for a week or two. This time, he's found a girlfriend, and he's still here after seven weeks. Her apartment has basically become a flophouse between his dates and his evenings at the restaurant's bar.
He does laundry, but only his things. In the seven weeks, he's done dishes once and bought lunch once
At what point is saying ANYTHING merited? You realize that "it's not your place", but your patience is wearing thinner with each passing weekend that any thoughts of "togetherness" are dismissed because he... remains.
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