yikes

So today at the end of the workday my sister calls me. At first it's just some standard chitchat. "hey there, howya doin', I just beat Starcraft wanna see the cut scenes?' Then she proceeds to tell me that both she and my mom are fed up with the apartment their living in. My sister's bike was boltcuttered and stolen, the place is literally falling apart, the neighbors are a bunch of scumbags and loudmouths.

Then she drops the bomb on me. Mom (through my sister) innocently, casually hints that maybe she and Claire could move into the condo my brother and I split. I mean, yeah, he's moving up to Ft. Collins for school for a while, and yes, we do need a tenant to help cover the mortgage payment, but my mom?!?

Living with her once was painful enough. But the damnable thing about it is, I think I'm going to have to let them move in.

-You help your family no matter what.
-We need the money bad.
-I am not living with another stranger under my roof. The last and only two times I did that, they both ended up being flaky deadbeats.

I'm going to be completely gray before I'm 30. Accomodating Mom's and my sisters stuff is going to be a bitch. They'll need storage space I don't have. Switching roles of Head-of-Household is going to be sticky. And God knows I have extreme difficulty even speaking to the fairer sex, how am I going to reconcile bringing one home; it'd be like a nightmare from highschool years.

"Hi Mom, we're just going to go upstair and screw like rabbits, we'll be missing dinner, oh and by the way, I'll help you with your homework tomorrow sis."

When and why did life decide I was here for some cosmic fucking joke reel?