He cooks his own food, washes his own clothes, in short if he refuses to contribute he sorts his own shiP out.
Had this with mine.
Me. Food ready
IT. K, be down after this game.
So fed up of a cold dinner on table for hours,binned food, stopped cooking.
It. Where’s my jeans?
Me. Where did you put them?
It. In the wash basket.
Me. Then thats where they are.
Sounds harsh, but he was learning that the worid does not owe him a living.
You want, you earn.
Turned out ok, he has been in work since leaving school.
On better terms with him now, he could see why it was done. I still have a little chuckle about it now.