13/07/2025
MY DAUGHTER'S "FRIEND" IS LIVING WITH US, AND I'M LOSING MY PATIENCE
So, my daughter, Michelle, brings home this girl, Dariel. "Mom, this is Dariel. She needs a place to stay for a bit." A bit? Dariel's been here for three weeks, and it feels like three years.
Look, I get it. Michelle's got a big heart. Always trying to help people. But this is my house. I work long hours, I need my space. And Dariel? She's… a lot.
She leaves her stuff everywhere. Dirty dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, her hair clogging the shower drain. And she's always on her phone, laughing, talking loud. I've tried to be nice, I really have. But it's driving me crazy.
Michelle says, "Mom, she's going through a tough time. Her family kicked her out." Okay, that's rough. But is it my responsibility? I have my own problems. I'm barely making ends meet as it is.
Last night, I came home from work, exhausted. Dariel was in the living room, watching TV, feet up on the coffee table. I asked her to clean up her mess. She rolled her eyes and said, "Chill, lady."
Chill? I'm paying the bills here! I told her she needed to find another place to stay. Michelle got all defensive, said I was being heartless. Heartless? I'm being realistic.
"Mom, she has nowhere to go!" Michelle yelled.
"Then she should have thought about that before she got kicked out," I snapped back.
Dariel just sat there, smirking. Like she was enjoying the show. Michelle stormed off to her room, slamming the door.
This morning, I found a note on the fridge. "Thanks for nothing." It was from Dariel. She's gone. But Michelle's still giving me the silent treatment.
I don't know what to do. Am I the bad guy here? Or is Michelle being naive?⬇️
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