This is a venty post. I'm freaking out about some things. A lot of things. But this morning Kyd informed me that all his plans to move out had fallen through. The roommates he thought he had have made other arrangements. His girlfriend can't move in with him either so he's now in the position of having to look for an apartment on his own. He also has to pay $100/week toward restitution for a DUI that got him in trouble three years ago.
On one hand, there's no way to make the math work, I get that. His current job doesn't pay near enough for him to have an apartment, pay utilities, buy groceries, and have some sort of transportation to and from work, never mind also paying the restitution.
On the other hand he's living in our living room, he's not picking up after himself, he pulls attitude on me when I point out the mess, and when he's not working or hanging out with his girlfriend (in our living room) he's sleeping. He sleeps 12 hours a night on most nights. And that math doesn't add up either. There are 4 more hours in there that could be used for a second job, to look for a better paying job, to help out around the house (and make extra money).
So when he throws his hands up at me and says, "what do you want me to do?!" I feel just a little bit like strangling his absurd self.
It was a hard enough sell with Roi and Lexie to let Kyd stay here temporarily, and we were all clear that Kyd needed very firm boundaries. He stayed mostly within bounds, but he's made no attempts to go above and I can't see Roi or Lexie being keen on the idea of Kyd hanging around much longer.
All of this on top of trying to make myself well again so I can make a "stay or go" decision and it's making me a little bonkers to think about that decision having "extras" added onto it.
I know the solution. Kyd is going to have to talk to Roi and Lexie himself. He's going to have to step up, a lot, in order for them to even consider it. He's going to have to lose the attitude and learn how to be humble and gracious. He doesn't have a choice.