So I just laid down the law. He pays a very low rent for living here, in return for being my assistant and doing the driving and dinner.
I told him either his rent is doubling, or he is moving out, and one of those things is happening February 1.
If you won't pull your weight, you don't get to stay in my damn house. Period. Everybody else does their fair share around here, PLUS they work on their feet 8 hours a day. Sean is not some special flower who needs to be pampered.
Put up, shut up, or get out, kid. The time has come. Twenty-three years old and still whining like a little bitch when asked to help me get a cup of coffee.
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