Come to Jesus

Youngest Daughter is a fat, lazy, filthy excuse manufacturing bum. Her favorite phrase is “I forgot”. And she’s got this whole “Poor me, I’m just a clueless person trying to make my way in the world and get past my handicaps” shtick going that drives me crazy as a shithouse rat.
She’s been sober for 2.5 freaking years! Move on, already!

She had big plans, or talked about them, anyway. Followed up on zero. Said she wanted a job, but only went on one interview, to a company - whose business she knows nothing about!

Apparently she thinks that all she needs to do is lie abed all day and night reading and a job will come her way magically.

I told her the other day that I’m having a severe case of deja vu - I could swear she’s 15 again instead of 30. She’s acting out the exact patterns of so long ago… Wanders into the kitchen in the afternoons… “What’s for dinner?” or “Are you cooking tonight?” Throws her dirty dishes into the sink so I can clean those up as well…. Doesn’t offer assistance in any facet of the house/yard maintenance… and she IS getting free room and board.

When she first got here SIX weeks ago, she asked, and I told her, SURE, she could trim the trees for me if she wanted. [She's done yard work professionally before. Think of any job an illegal mexican would do... she's done it.]
Has one palm frond fallen to the ground by her hand? I think we all know the answer to that one.

The filth; my god the filth. Her decrepit truck, that she basically ran into the ground… we’ve replaced a tire, lights, wiring, etc… just in these past six weeks. Today I looked into the truck for the first time… You can’t see the floorboards, in fact the trash comes up to and overflows onto the seats… remnants of fast food meals, old cans and bottle, cigarettes… I almost threw up.

Her room is much the same, sans the cigs… but add an overflowing pan of CAT SHIT and empty cat food cans piled up and falling over. The stench is tremendous.
It’s disrespectful in the extreme.

I don’t mind helping someone who helps themself, but a grown woman who reads romance novels all day and night is something entirely else.

We need a come to Jesus meeting, ASAP.