Tough Love

In the not-too-distant future my Lord and I will be taking a giant leap of faith and cohabiting.  When you consider the fact that my Lord has lived on his own for the past 30+ years and that I have not lived with a partner for 18+ years, the prospect of sharing an abode is a rather daunting prospect for us both.  There are a number of compelling reasons for this move, the most paramount being that we love each other and want to spend more time together sharing our lives and building our future together as life partners.  But I must say I do have a few other very legitimate reasons for moving in with my Lord and renting out my house, you see not only would this move be a boon to my bank account (ergo the European Extravaganza trip of a lifetime) but it may just be the incentive Slug Boy needs to get off his proverbial and do something with his life rather than sitting around the house 24/7 playing on the computer.  Bye-bye 200gb of internet, bye-bye food source, bye-bye roof over his head!  There just isn't enough room currently for Slug Boy at my Lord's 2-bedder house which is crammed full with what my Lord refers to as his 'treasures' so in effect I will be abandoning my never-had-a job, high school and TAFE drop-out nearly-19 year old son, aka Slug Boy, to fend for himself.  I have jumped up and down, ranted and raved, threatened and cajoled to try and get this kid motivated to do something ... anything ... and it works for half a day .... tops!  Its exhausting, it doesn't achieve anything and as Dr Phil would say "How's that working for you?"  It isn't Dr Phil!  So it's high time for a change of tactic and a bit of tough love, I'm just waiting on his grandparents (very affectionately nicknamed by me as Doom & Gloom, don't be mistaken I love my parents dearly, its just a loving reflection on their idiosyncrasies) to return from their latest grey nomading adventure because I may be planning on abandoning my only child but I'm not completely heartless :-/