When my hubby offered to have you, his older brother, stay at our place for the summer, I tried to ignore the fact that you expected it without even bothering to ask. Like, you assumed we’d have to say yes because we’re family. Whatever. But when we told you how much utilities would cost, you replied with, “Ooh, that’s too much for me. I’ll pay $50”—as though this was a negotiation! News flash: we’re not here to haggle with you. You’re getting half-off market rate and your own bathroom. But you were emboldened, I guess. Because just two days before rent was due, you announced—while rummaging through the fridge for a packet of hot dogs—that you “can’t make rent this month.” You didn’t even ask for more time or a discount—you started from ZERO. Yeah, sorry, kid. That’s now how it works.
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