My dad has been living with me and it has been hard.

Some backstory,

My dad lived in another country, where I am from, a country that is doing bad economically and politically. My brother (25) and I (23) took care of the process to bring him to the US. My brother had talked to him about renting together when he finally came. However, both me and my brother were still living at my mom’s house at the time. My fiancé and I bought an apartment on Feb of 2022, but spent the entire year renovating it and finally moved in January 2023. We worked hard and were looking forward to moving out together. However, a month and a half in, my dad finally gets approved and comes to the US. The plan was that he would just stay a month with us but it has already been about 8 months. My brother moved out to an apartment about 5 months ago, but yet made no move to figure out something with my dad, even though his apartment is bigger than mines. It has been hard, he is basically sleeping in the sofa in our 700 sqft apartment and he is so messy. Every day I go on a hunt for coffee drops. There are pieces of bread and sugar left on the counter every time he is on that area. I just deep cleaned my sink from his coffee stains that had buildup all this time. He is working but basically now has no money since he had to pay $2000 (everything he had saved) to pay for a car crash while parking. So he is again starting to save money to hopefully rent somewhere. However, he is looking into schools, he is looking to become a nurse practitioner, which is great, I just think he should be independent first, even if he gets a loan, school has other expenses. He doesn’t pay anything here, which I am fine with since I rather he save the money to move out. But now he is excited about enrolling in school and is looking at laptops to buy. I honestly haven’t told him anything, I just vent with other people and try to help him as much as I can. However, this has probably been the longest we have spent together in my 23 years. When he divorced my mom when I was 6 years old, he would not show up much. He would pick my brother and I up for a weekend or so once a a year, and we would get a birthday call, but that was about it. I literally have no memories of him caring or teaching me anything in my life. He is not a bad person and I know in a way he does care about me and my brother but he was not around much, and now he is requiring all this help. It feels like I have a teenager at home that I cannot even educate, because of the obvious relationship. I’m just 23 and was really looking forward to the peace of just my fiancé and I for some years until we decide to have a family and it feels like that has been stolen away from us. Also, my fiancé pays almost everything since I don’t make much money yet. I can’t wait from him to move out. What do you all think? Sometimes I feel guilty from having these thoughts but I truly can’t wait and I don’t know how to push it. I’m texting my brother today to see if he talks to my dad about it, since at least my brother is better communicating those things and I think he would help. 🙄🙄🙄