My husband’s junior brother came to stay with us; this boy hated me with passion. He doesn’t greet me or do anything in the house; I’d be the one to sweep, wash plates for him, and do everything in the house. So I stopped giving him food anytime I cooked so this boy would sneak into my kitchen and eat without washing the plate. So I told his brother everything the boy had been doing; instead, he should talk to him and correct him. My husband blamed me which led to a fight. I’ll be in the house; my husband will tell this boy to cook for him. I was like, wow, any small thing, my brother, my brother, like I was not loved at home. Me, I have stopped cooking for him, washing his clothes, and also stopped talking to him. Anytime he tells me he‘s hungry, I do tell him to go and tell his brother. So like this, everywhere don scatter, and I love it this way.
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