n. – doo-schee-nehss – The quality of being a douche or douche bag; used when an act is flagrantly lame or reconfirms an already existing suspicion that an entity has douche-like attributes; typical of a person or thing that doesn’t command respect.
My mom is a divorced single mother that works two jobs to keep a roof over her head and my brother. Her boyfriend doesn’t even have a job and manages to stay afloat by taking odd maintenance and yard work jobs. Now he does keep up her house and makes dinner, but I don’t think it gives him the right to act like a jerk and act like he owns the place. He is basically a very negative person that is unhappy with his life and never has a positive thing to say and complains about everything. He is insecure and criticizes everything when there is nothing redeeming about him.
Let me break it down on the crap I had to listen about over my vacation:
1. He bitched about my mom going to a mandatory work meeting – he has no job so he has no right. Its at 8am so he thinks its stupid, when in reality he says this because he thinks my mom is out flirting with some guy. Really? At 8am?! I’m sorry I’m not getting up to go on any date that early.
2. He wants to throw away packages of hotdogs we just bought for the graduation party – he opens the fridge and wants to know who bought this “crap.” And we should just throw them away now because no one is gonna eat them. First, he didn’t buy them so its not his money and second, its a party, someone will eat them. And this comes from a person who eats processed lunch meat!
3. He comments on my bra – I left my bra in the bathroom on accident and he walks past my room and says “that’s a fancy bra you have in there.” Gross! He’s dating my mom! Yeah he may have said it jokingly but it’s extremely inappropriate. If someone feels uncomfortable, then its wrong. I’m sorry, that’s creepy.
There are more instances, but it just annoys me to go on about it. These are just a few highlights of my vacation. I really wish she would get rid of him. And he has the audacity to tell my mom he doesn’t like her family. Well, in case he hasn’t figured it out, we don’t like him either.
Anonymous Girl…the real one.