By Naomi Vargas, Lifestyle Writer
I have been really in my own thoughts lately, wondering why so many things happen and how they happen. I will let you take a walk with me inside my brain.
In September 2023 I allowed my husband to bring his nephew to live with us, which turned out to be a big mistake. Against my better judgment (and my mom yelling, No! inside my head), I told him, “Yes, you can bring him here.”
My husband informed me it would be just until November. Well, here we are in late March, and the end is nowhere in sight.
My husband and his family are from Mexico, and I have always known that this may be the way people from developing countries live: Many go and bunch up in the United States with whatever family member they have and work until, after years, they move out on their own. I have never understood this, and I guess I never will.
My husband’s nephew, however, has been a thorn in my side: He feels entitled and has no respect for any of my things.
He takes a shower and leaves the shower curtain open. He uses my nice towels that I have up as decoration. He wipes the steamed mirror off with a towel and leaves fabric pieces all over the mirror. He throws used toilet paper in the trash. All of this is driving me insane.
His fiancé comes over and they have relations, not caring that we can all hear them in the living room. I know this may be too much information, but I think to myself, What better way to relieve my frustration than to let you walk alongside me?
I have so many things on my plate this semester: My math class is killing me, to say the least; work is so busy and I must wait hand and foot on my husband, his nephew, and my daughter. To say I am exhausted this semester is to say the least. I am beyond exhausted; I don’t even think I remember my name at this point.
I have asked my husband to please tell his nephew it is time for him to rent his own space, to which his nephew informed him he will when he is ready.
Did I scream? Yes, I did, so loud that I think my ear drums may have been damaged. At this point, I do not even know if I am coming or going anymore.
On top of all of this, I hosted a large birthday/retirement celebration for my very deserving mother, and it was sensational. It was such a wonderful evening. Friends and family from all over came and celebrated with us. The smile on my mother’s face was all worth all the work I put into it. It was so much fun, dancing, singing, eating, living, and laughing. I would do it all over again, just without the live-in nephew, or math.
I have to giggle; I don’t know if it’s a giggle that makes me want to cry, or a giggle asking, Why I am complaining? I am alive and well.
