I had another aunt – this time on my mom’s side – whom we lived with for about a month after we got married. We helped pay her rent and took one of the rooms in her three-bedroom home.
My husband was working, but I was having trouble finding a job. She, at the time, was working as a pizza delivery person while spending most of her daughter’s social security checks on marijuana (and the rest on rent). She accused me of being lazy and not wanting to work. That was just not the case.
And, then, even if it was? If my husband is paying more than our fair share, I am always cooking for you and my cousin, and cleaning your home, then why is it any of your business whether I am currently employed or not?
So, she kicked us out. Humorously enough, over the next few months she lost her pizza delivery job and bitched to me about “how hard it was to find a job.” Ha! As if I sympathized! And, of course, even though she said that, never once did she apologize for being so accusatory towards me.
But I got over it. As I always do. I remained friendly with her and would still go over to visit her and her daughter. She and I would look at the county jail website and see who was about to get released – she called it her dating service. Until one of those men made something up about my husband and I – which she believed.