I was just happily sleeping away and my mom texts me, she just got home and the text says “what man was at our house last night?” I’m over here like wtf??? So I reply with “what?” And she’s like “who was here? I know someone was here”

Mind you my 25 year old brother lives with us. He’s only here on the weekend when he works. And on Sunday night he comes home and leaves early sometimes in the morning, theres been a few times where he hasn’t. So I go downstairs and I’m like “what’re you talking about?” And she says “there’s footprints comin to the house and out of it” I was like “that would be your son” and her ass is like “since when does he leave before 8 o clock”

I’m beyond pissed.

Those are his footprints. He’s got giant feet. And yeah I have a boyfriend but I’ve never and will never bring him in my house because I have a messy house and I’m not ready to introduce him to my mother, because of this right here. If you look at the prints they go into the road because my brother parks across the street. And they’re also on the other side of my moms car because he always has a pizza box to throw away from his car. A long time ago I did bring a guy into the house, I was 16 so I was sneaking around trying to have a life because my mom won’t let me. I’m trying to get a job and hopefully I’ll be able to move out next year. I’m tired of this shit.