The Endless House Guest

 I've been married for 8 weeks now, its been an absolute whirlwind. Wedding, International move all in 5 weeks. 

This new life in a foreign country is not what I imagined. Job start date delayed due to covid. Restrictions on socialising. Restricted school hours and all in a language im still trying to get to grips with.

Anyway, my partner of years, father to our children and  husband for weeks notifies me his friend is visiting and will be staying. 

After a very brushed off conversation in regards to length of stay, arrangements and my rant over it not being great timing, off he pops to the airport. 

Having a stranger in your home is fine for dinner, but not weeks on end. He tries to help, way too much, he feeds the kids treats just before meals. He's a really nice bloke.... I feel guilty, but this is not what I signed up for!! He drinks beer for breakfast, lunch and tea.

My husband over compensates. He takes him here there and everywhere. These little trips even to the supermarket result in them going out for hours! Not to mention the smoking club trip. 

They lost the car whilst getting a hair cut? 

They go out for potatoes and come back with cheese.

Nearly burns house down by leaving grill on...

The list is endless

On our last meal out, I get to sit at the kids table, whilst they have a cosy table for two. Yes I'm bloody annoyed. 

Its like I'm a spare part. He sits in the front of my car. Programmes the sat nav ( got us lost in the mountains and yes I sat there knowing fine well, we were going in the wrong direction) wrong every time. 

Today was the icing on the cake. We are on week 4 and 5 days. They went to pick up a fitted sheet. 4 hours later, endless excuses and no bloody sheet later, I lost my shit! 

I gave them 2 days notice. He goes or they both go or me and the kids will be on our way back to the UK.

 Married life is much the same as unmarried life. 


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