Well, my 4 years of step-free bliss came to a screeching halt yesterday. DW picked me up from the gym, and after chatting with me for a few minutes, nonchalantly said "SD20 is getting medically discharged from the army. She and her husband will need to move in with us for a while."

At first I thought she was joking, but I quickly realized the truth. In the few moments it took for me to completely flip my lid, I asked why SD was getting medically discharged. "Oh, it's due to her heart condition, and because she is overweight." Now I'm not sure about her supposed heart condition, but I damn sure know that she can control her weight to a reasonable degree. DW realized that she shouldn't have mentioned that weight was part of the decision, and immediately started to walk that back, stressing the supposed heart condition.

Of course DW did not consult me before green-lighting this plan. As she started to offer a stream of naive, idealistic predictions ("They'll only be here for a while," and "they can help around the house"), I started to realize just how bad the situation was going to be. I thought back to all of the horror stories of adult skids moving home that I have heard here, and realized this was my fate. I pitched a fit, and told her she had no right to do this unilaterally, and that I had told her for years that I didn't want any of her family moving in with this. The conversation got predictably heated, and I threatened to leave. She called my bluff, so I ended up going to a hotel for a while.

After calming down a bit, I decided that I wasn't going to let some stupid skid run my life, and force me out of my own home. I came back last night, but we have continued to argue about the situation. As you might imagine,DW won't commit to a written contract or "exit strategy," for skid and husband, saying that would be "too harsh." It was pretty funny hearing that one again, because she used the "too harsh" excuse to rescind any parental authority over the skids back when they were kids, even though the we were all living in the same house, most of which was paid for by me.

So now it looks like I'm stuck with the fucking feeloaders moving into the house and mooching off of us for the foreseeable future. Neither one of them have a college degree, so they will at best be looking to get minimum wage jobs. SD is lazy, belligerent, entitled, and is a huge slob. She also smokes. The husband is actually a decent guy, but I know that like my own marriage, his wife wears the pants in the relationship. This means that he will probably be influenced by SD to slow-play any attempts to find work, so that they can live "the good life" for as long as possible.

I am obviously very upset with this situation. I am still formulating my strategy, but in broad strokes I will look to make things as uncomfortable as possible on SD and husband. I will constantly be up their collective ass about finding work, finding their own place, and getting the hell out of my house. I am prepared to go to war over this, and am mentally preparing myself for fighting with DW every day if that's what it takes. Also, SD will now be known as "Porky," since being a lazy fat-ass was at least part of the reason she got kicked out of the army. FUCK!!!!!!