Im in my third year at university and I cant work more than part-time, and neither can my boyfriend. Hes lived in halls since first year, sharing a room with five other blokes. Obviously, he hated ithes always been fussy about cleanliness and order, and his flatmates are quite the opposite. They dont make it easy to get along, either. Once our relationship grew more serious, I suggested he move in with me and my dad. Our three-bedroom flat in Birmingham had plenty of spacejust the two of us, except when Gran came up from the countryside in winter and stayed till it warmed up a bit.
Dad wasnt too keen on the idea, but I managed to convince him. I really love Michael, so I wanted him to live somewhere decent. And so, my boyfriend moved in with us. He studied, worked part-time when he could find a shift, and relaxed at home whenever he had a free moment. The relaxing bit drove my dad up the wall.
Every time I come back from work, your Michaels sprawled across the sofa, feet on the coffee table, guzzling all the fizzy drinks, watching telly like he owns the place.
And hes always fussing over his nails or asking for a new haircut, and you hand him money for it! He doesnt act like a proper man!
Dad calls him a slacker and a playboy, and keeps trying to get him to chip in for rent. But Michaels still hanging onto his room at the halls, just in case Dad kicks him out, and hes worried about losing his spot. So every month, hes paying rent on the halls as well, which leaves him skint. I dont blame him. Were both still young and theres only so much we can earn with our studies and work.
I wish Dad could see things from our perspective and stop putting so much pressure on Michael. Hes always trying to escape the house because of my dad, and all I can think about is him meeting someone else and deciding its easier to just move on. I cant let that happen, not when Michael has meant so much to me for so long. I hope one day Ill marry him instead of losing him to Dads stubbornness and pride.
My dad calls him a layabout and a playboy, constantly pushing him to pay towards the household, but Michaels scared to let go of his room in halls in case Dad gives him the boot. He ends up forking out for both every month and is left with nothing. I dont blame him at all. Were young, and earning real money is hard.
I just wish Dad would be a bit more understanding and stop making life so tough for Michael. It seems like hes always halfway out the door thanks to Dad, and I worry that one day hell just go and not look back. Ive loved him for so long, and I cant bear the thought of losing himcertainly not because of my dads demands.
