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Here's the situation:
I'm married eight years in January, have 2 stepsons - I've known them both 13 years. The youngest is 25. He moved in with us in May to save for law school.
We have a small ranch house - one bathroom; three bedrooms - and if it weren't for our full basement, which has a second TV room, I really think I'd have gone insane at this point. It was OK during the summer, when we had use of the porch and outside, but now I'm feeling terribly claustrophobic. I'm sick of bumping into people (it's one of those ranches where you have to walk through the entire house to get to the bedrooms); I'm sick of not having space in the kichen to make my dinner with stepson there making his dinner and the longer this goes on, the worse my mood gets. The bedrooms are so close together that when he closes his door (not quietly) I wake up.
Now I know what you're thinking (maybe): I should have prepared for the day when he'd be moving in. Yeah, OK. But that doesn't help my claustrophobia. I have a pretty intense job as a magazine editor (I'm the only editorial type person on staff) plus I manage and clean the house plus I'm at the tail end of getting my book ready to submit to agents. So needless to say, I need my space - and for the most part, I get it. My husband and stepson go downstairs when I get home so I can have time to myself - is that such a bad thing? To be honest, I really don't have the strength much more when I get home.
Now last night stepson woke me up twice out of a sound sleep with his door and finally, after 6 months of putting up with this, I said something to my husband - please, please tell him to go easy on the door! This culminates 4 days in which, admittedly, I've been feeling drained and in a funk (some of it's hormonal - my age) but also it's pressure with the book and job and all. So now my husband and I are fighting - I'm making everyone in the house walk on eggshells, he says. So I'm the one with the problem.
Well I admit I'm self-absorbed - and I had a talk with my stepson about that and told him about my own pursuits and how important it is to follow your dream, etc. etc., and asked him at the same time whether I could offer any help in his law school pursuit. He said no.
Now we come to the second thing I'm bothered by: so far I see little evidence of his applying for law school; in fact, the only thing I see is him going off to party and get drunk on the weekends and then flop in front of the TV the rest of his spare time to watch sports. I must add, in his defense, that he's great to get a long with and he does help out around the house.
But I don't think I can live through another claustrophobic winter.
Any thoughts guys? I'd appreciate it.
I'm married eight years in January, have 2 stepsons - I've known them both 13 years. The youngest is 25. He moved in with us in May to save for law school.
We have a small ranch house - one bathroom; three bedrooms - and if it weren't for our full basement, which has a second TV room, I really think I'd have gone insane at this point. It was OK during the summer, when we had use of the porch and outside, but now I'm feeling terribly claustrophobic. I'm sick of bumping into people (it's one of those ranches where you have to walk through the entire house to get to the bedrooms); I'm sick of not having space in the kichen to make my dinner with stepson there making his dinner and the longer this goes on, the worse my mood gets. The bedrooms are so close together that when he closes his door (not quietly) I wake up.
Now I know what you're thinking (maybe): I should have prepared for the day when he'd be moving in. Yeah, OK. But that doesn't help my claustrophobia. I have a pretty intense job as a magazine editor (I'm the only editorial type person on staff) plus I manage and clean the house plus I'm at the tail end of getting my book ready to submit to agents. So needless to say, I need my space - and for the most part, I get it. My husband and stepson go downstairs when I get home so I can have time to myself - is that such a bad thing? To be honest, I really don't have the strength much more when I get home.
Now last night stepson woke me up twice out of a sound sleep with his door and finally, after 6 months of putting up with this, I said something to my husband - please, please tell him to go easy on the door! This culminates 4 days in which, admittedly, I've been feeling drained and in a funk (some of it's hormonal - my age) but also it's pressure with the book and job and all. So now my husband and I are fighting - I'm making everyone in the house walk on eggshells, he says. So I'm the one with the problem.
Well I admit I'm self-absorbed - and I had a talk with my stepson about that and told him about my own pursuits and how important it is to follow your dream, etc. etc., and asked him at the same time whether I could offer any help in his law school pursuit. He said no.
Now we come to the second thing I'm bothered by: so far I see little evidence of his applying for law school; in fact, the only thing I see is him going off to party and get drunk on the weekends and then flop in front of the TV the rest of his spare time to watch sports. I must add, in his defense, that he's great to get a long with and he does help out around the house.
But I don't think I can live through another claustrophobic winter.
Any thoughts guys? I'd appreciate it.