My brother’s wife lost her job. Which has caused them to lose the house they were renting. My brother asked if he could stay with me. I talked to my bf and he said sure.
So, I told my brother yes, BUT he can’t bring any of their furniture with them. We don’t have any room for any of it. Our spare room has a bed and dressers in it already. He’ll have to find a place to store their things. He wasn’t happy about it, but said okay and that was that.
When they started moving their clothes and whatnot in, they started complaining about how small the room was. I ignored it, because they were used to a rather large house. And I was sympathetic, because I know how it feels to go from having everything to nothing. I apologized and told them that this was the best we had.
Issue:
My son was in his room, and started crying. I went in there to check on him, and my brother got MAD. I usually keep his door closed when he’s napping(I have a baby monitor) and I guess my brother saw how ‘large’ his room is.
It’s not big, at all. By any means. It’s just bigger than the spare room. He asked “why the hell” we gave him the small room when we can just move our son into the spare room.
I told him I’m not moving my son and all his things into a different room when the spare bedroom is perfectly fine for the two of them as long as they don’t try to move their entire house into one room.
He got mad. She got mad. They threw a fit. Then my brother asked why we don’t move my son into our room. I told him that my son’s crib won’t fit in our room. And again, I’m not moving him just to to accommodate them.
The last week or so has been very...tense. Small comments here. Cold shoulder there. Petty shoulder checks from his wife if we cross close together. I’ve kept my mouth shut, because I love my brother, and I don’t want to cause trouble. Plus, if they weren’t so pissy(I guess is the word) they wouldn’t be hard to live with.
They’ve started to complain that my son’s crying at night is keeping them awake. Which, I get, but he’s a baby. He only wakes once a night to eat. And that’s not even all the time.
This morning it all came to a head when my brother told me I should move into the spare room and let them have mine and my boyfriend’s room so that they don’t get woke up by the baby.
When I told him no, he started yelling. Calling me selfish and entitled. Told me that I should let them have my room, because my son is “an annoying little shit that keeps them up every night, all night.”
Where I may be the asshole:
I saw red. Let me start this by saying I did NOT yell at my brother as he yelled at me.
I said “If you can’t appreciate the room you were given, you can go elsewhere. My boyfriend and I have been more than accommodating to you. You constantly complain. You’re ungrateful and rude. Get over yourself or get out of my house.”
ETA: I’m asking if I’m TA because my mother called and told me I’m an asshole for not giving the married couple the big bedroom with the connected bathroom.
And apparently my other siblings agree?
ETA2: They do not pay rent. My boyfriend and I own our home and don’t pay anything on it. They pay the difference on the electricity bill and buy some of their own groceries.
I do the majority of the cooking and all the cleaning.
ETA3: Boyfriend and I are going to talk about kicking them out tonight when he gets off work.
So, I told my brother yes, BUT he can’t bring any of their furniture with them. We don’t have any room for any of it. Our spare room has a bed and dressers in it already. He’ll have to find a place to store their things. He wasn’t happy about it, but said okay and that was that.
When they started moving their clothes and whatnot in, they started complaining about how small the room was. I ignored it, because they were used to a rather large house. And I was sympathetic, because I know how it feels to go from having everything to nothing. I apologized and told them that this was the best we had.
Issue:
My son was in his room, and started crying. I went in there to check on him, and my brother got MAD. I usually keep his door closed when he’s napping(I have a baby monitor) and I guess my brother saw how ‘large’ his room is.
It’s not big, at all. By any means. It’s just bigger than the spare room. He asked “why the hell” we gave him the small room when we can just move our son into the spare room.
I told him I’m not moving my son and all his things into a different room when the spare bedroom is perfectly fine for the two of them as long as they don’t try to move their entire house into one room.
He got mad. She got mad. They threw a fit. Then my brother asked why we don’t move my son into our room. I told him that my son’s crib won’t fit in our room. And again, I’m not moving him just to to accommodate them.
The last week or so has been very...tense. Small comments here. Cold shoulder there. Petty shoulder checks from his wife if we cross close together. I’ve kept my mouth shut, because I love my brother, and I don’t want to cause trouble. Plus, if they weren’t so pissy(I guess is the word) they wouldn’t be hard to live with.
They’ve started to complain that my son’s crying at night is keeping them awake. Which, I get, but he’s a baby. He only wakes once a night to eat. And that’s not even all the time.
This morning it all came to a head when my brother told me I should move into the spare room and let them have mine and my boyfriend’s room so that they don’t get woke up by the baby.
When I told him no, he started yelling. Calling me selfish and entitled. Told me that I should let them have my room, because my son is “an annoying little shit that keeps them up every night, all night.”
Where I may be the asshole:
I saw red. Let me start this by saying I did NOT yell at my brother as he yelled at me.
I said “If you can’t appreciate the room you were given, you can go elsewhere. My boyfriend and I have been more than accommodating to you. You constantly complain. You’re ungrateful and rude. Get over yourself or get out of my house.”
ETA: I’m asking if I’m TA because my mother called and told me I’m an asshole for not giving the married couple the big bedroom with the connected bathroom.
And apparently my other siblings agree?
ETA2: They do not pay rent. My boyfriend and I own our home and don’t pay anything on it. They pay the difference on the electricity bill and buy some of their own groceries.
I do the majority of the cooking and all the cleaning.
ETA3: Boyfriend and I are going to talk about kicking them out tonight when he gets off work.
and the update to the above story
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AITA won’t allow me to post this because it’s not the pro gal account or the original post? Apparently I violated a rule by deleting. Sorry, y’all.
Shit. Went. Down. Y’all seem to like drama. So here you go. I wish this wasn’t my life.
My brother’s wife found the post. ? And my brother knows my passwords to everything because my stupid self has used the same password for literally everything since I was like 13. Whoops. Promptly deleted my shit.
ANYWAYS. ONWARD TO THE STORY.
When my SIL found the post, she came bursting into mine and bf’s room. And I do mean bursting. The door knob hit the wall so hard it put a hole in the sheetrock.
My bf and I were talking about kicking them out when she came flying in. She threw her phone at me and asked me about the post. Telling me I’m a piece of shit for slandering “their good names” and “making them seem like horrible people.”
I told her that no one could possibly know it was them. I didn’t use any names or really any ages. She got in my face and started screaming at me. She slaps me hard enough to knock me back. (I’m 5’1 and 130lbs. She’s 5’7 and 180(?) Apparently she woke my brother up with all her yelling, and he came in there just in time to see my boyfriend pushing her away from me.
My brother literally attacks my bf. Throwing him against the bed. And starts hitting him. Yelling something about abusing his wife.
My son is literally SCREAMING, because he’s caught in the middle of all this in his swing. (His swing is in our room on nights he won’t go down easily) They knocked into his swing almost knocking it over.
I pick up my son and try to diffuse the situation and I can’t get anyone to calm down. SIL is yelling at me to “shit that goddamn baby up.” And I’m trying to find my phone while holding my baby to call the police. And my boyfriend and brother are fighting. And everything is a fucking shit show.
I find my phone, call the police. The dispatcher can’t hear me over all the screaming. And I just tell them my brother is assaulting my boyfriend. And my SIL assaulted me and I need a police officer here NOW. Don’t even know what the dispatcher says because my brother slammed into me. Phone went flying. Almost dropped my kid. SHIT. IS. A. MESS.
My boyfriend finally somehow gets my brother in headlock to trying and calm him down. Police show up. They’re both handcuffed and escorted off the property. We go to the station. File reports.
The cake topper to all of this?
Apparently they both failed a drug test. My whole family knew they were on drugs and refused to tell me. They just didn’t want my brother staying with them and now I feel like a piece of shit for having them around my son.
Welcome to my goddamn life.
Shit. Went. Down. Y’all seem to like drama. So here you go. I wish this wasn’t my life.
My brother’s wife found the post. ? And my brother knows my passwords to everything because my stupid self has used the same password for literally everything since I was like 13. Whoops. Promptly deleted my shit.
ANYWAYS. ONWARD TO THE STORY.
When my SIL found the post, she came bursting into mine and bf’s room. And I do mean bursting. The door knob hit the wall so hard it put a hole in the sheetrock.
My bf and I were talking about kicking them out when she came flying in. She threw her phone at me and asked me about the post. Telling me I’m a piece of shit for slandering “their good names” and “making them seem like horrible people.”
I told her that no one could possibly know it was them. I didn’t use any names or really any ages. She got in my face and started screaming at me. She slaps me hard enough to knock me back. (I’m 5’1 and 130lbs. She’s 5’7 and 180(?) Apparently she woke my brother up with all her yelling, and he came in there just in time to see my boyfriend pushing her away from me.
My brother literally attacks my bf. Throwing him against the bed. And starts hitting him. Yelling something about abusing his wife.
My son is literally SCREAMING, because he’s caught in the middle of all this in his swing. (His swing is in our room on nights he won’t go down easily) They knocked into his swing almost knocking it over.
I pick up my son and try to diffuse the situation and I can’t get anyone to calm down. SIL is yelling at me to “shit that goddamn baby up.” And I’m trying to find my phone while holding my baby to call the police. And my boyfriend and brother are fighting. And everything is a fucking shit show.
I find my phone, call the police. The dispatcher can’t hear me over all the screaming. And I just tell them my brother is assaulting my boyfriend. And my SIL assaulted me and I need a police officer here NOW. Don’t even know what the dispatcher says because my brother slammed into me. Phone went flying. Almost dropped my kid. SHIT. IS. A. MESS.
My boyfriend finally somehow gets my brother in headlock to trying and calm him down. Police show up. They’re both handcuffed and escorted off the property. We go to the station. File reports.
The cake topper to all of this?
Apparently they both failed a drug test. My whole family knew they were on drugs and refused to tell me. They just didn’t want my brother staying with them and now I feel like a piece of shit for having them around my son.
Welcome to my goddamn life.
