Living off the shelf

My parents had an unexpected surprise for my birthday: they gave me an apartment in a new building. I was so happy to find my own place that even though the apartment was empty, as soon as I got the keys I started packing to move in.

The first year I had to sleep on an air mattress, a stool served me as a kitchen table, and I had to wash in a basin, but for me it was important that I was at home. Gradually completed the repairs with the help of parents and friends, there and furniture acquired: living room closet my father brought from the country, bedroom furniture grandmother gave, but the kitchen set my girlfriend gave, I am grateful to all of them for caring.

And my younger brother was given an apartment for his birthday in the same new building, just like I was then: with bare walls and no furniture. Jack said “thank you” to his parents through his teeth; he had always had high expectations: a younger kid is used to getting the best of everything. Only, this kid had the conscience to come to my house one night with his girlfriend.

– We’re going to stay at your place for a while, because it needs renovation.
– Why don’t you stay in the apartment you’re renting? Why should the three of us be crammed into my small apartment?
– Oh, don’t start! We’d rather invest in renovations than rent. Come on, go make us a bed.

I was taken aback by such impudence, how could he afford to break into my house, giving out commands…and besides, I knew that he would not invest a penny in repairs, and wasted it all on entertainment. I was annoyed that it was my brother, but I didn’t kick them out at night.

So this couple has been living with me for three months now, and I’m tired of the mess in my apartment and the endless yammering. My parents offered Jack’s help and repair, and furniture in good used condition somewhere on the ads to look, but his answer was always categorical: “My girlfriend wants to have a Euro-repair in the apartment and absolutely new, high-quality furniture.

And each of you can firmly declare him in response: “So go earn money for the desires of his beloved,” except that he is used to living on everything ready, without lifting a finger.

The only thing is, my patience is coming to an end, and I think it is time to throw these insolent intruders out the door! It is time for my brother to grow up and learn to be responsible for his own life. It’s time for my brother to grow up and learn to be responsible for his own life.

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Living off the shelf