There was a time after I graduated high school but before I had moved out of the house when my aunt Linda came to stay with us. Her husband had caught her cheating and kicked her out of her home, so having nowhere else to go, we took her in.
Linda was a blonde, slightly chubby girl who was used to being spoiled by her well-off soon to be ex-husband. So, when she moved in, she expected certain things.
It wasn’t uncommon for her to stand with the fridge door open, complaining that there was nothing to eat. She took extremely long showers in the morning followed by even longer baths at night. And she made no attempt to look for a job or plan for getting her own place. As far as we could tell, she had moved in indefinitely.
Naturally, this led us all to view her with a lot of contempt. I particularly despised her because just having graduated, I was working long hours at a local factory. So, I would come home tired and sweaty to find her lounging on our couch watching movies and eating our food. I couldn’t understand how I could be working so hard while she didn’t have to