my complaint

Like why should I let him be in the room? It's bad that it doesn't blow the air, when it broke for us I didn't see anyone leaving us in the room with them because of the heat, no, we worked with the fan. On top of that yesterday he wanted to throw himself in my room without asking permission ?¿???¿?¿? But when he arrived we had to stop being in mom's room, which is fine there, she has her privacy but, I want a curtain or something and no, I know it's your lonely house, don't remind me every second. x 3. That strengthens my desire to move, so yes, that's why I want a job even if I'm a slave driver, it's a two-for-one, it gives me money and lets me get away from this house for a while. Aside from the fight about the lighter 🤌🤌🤌 next time cook for your son, so we don't get angry, we don't take out the lighter to fool around, it was for cooking and eating, FOOD YOU ATE, because on top of that the little gentleman ALWAYS always has to be left so that eat, why don't you take care of your son a little? We cook for him, we take him for a walk, we take him to train and it's not your mom's job to take him out, go to the plaza with your sister's lanconcha, talk to her. You are an entity, you are in bed all day, you only appear to eat or complain that something is dirty, you have the nerve to demand cleaning when you don't lift a finger, not even in your room, your clothes, you spend your time locked up. with the air, you don't flush YOUR bathroom, because everyone is disgusted by that bathroom you use. I don't know what I expect anymore, whether you leave the house or die, I will never understand those people who don't want death, well I do, I was calm about their relationship as long as they don't break my balls, I hate hearing you talk, breathe and be. It annoys me greatly that you say that you live here or oh if this is my house 🤌🤌🤌, and I know that it shouldn't bother me because it's not mine either but I can't, you can't have a coexistence with you stupid idiot.