Privacy! Where art thou?
The room I've been given is one where the MIL also keeps some stuff and she hesitates not a second before just barges in through a closed door to enter and potter about with almirahs and cupboards to retrieve her things.
It's most annoying my.
One moment I've got my legs up on an ottoman with a cup of tea in my hand and another moment I'm startled with a violent push to the door by a woman looking hella irritated, nonchalantly walking into my room with a strange purpose and spending a few minutes making chaotic noises with cupboards and leaving with some stuff.
I do not like it.
But right now there are too many things that one doesn't like and my problems and issues are obviously not just a low priority but a none priority.
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