AITA: Soooo, this is going to be long, but worth it.
My uncle came to Italy (where I live with my parents, both are from Morocco) two months ago, and he has been living with us ever since.
He came here with a sketchy employment contract (which states that he is working on a farm in Veneto), while he really has been living in another region with us. Since he moved in, i haven’t talked to my dad and i have been arguing with my mom every.single.day. It has been a nightmare.
The problem is that this big, fat, 34 year old, thinks (just like every other north african migrant, except for people from Lybia and Egypt) that Italy is the place to be, when it is NOT; my parents paid for his tuition in Morocco, and he did not finish studying for his college degree. Then they bought him a scooter to help him get a job, (again, he was still in Morocco) and he didn’t find one and had to sell it; they paid for his marriage (he also had a daughter), while he lived in our house in Marrakech for all of his adult life without paying us a single euro for the rent, or the bills.
He has always been completely dependent on my parents, and this thing always drove me insane, because i cannot forget what my dad went through when he came to Italy as an immigrant 30 years ago... he slept in the woods, on trains, he didn’t eat for days on end, he was robbed, he was discriminated, he had to go through some Tough shit, and here is this shrek-looking giant baby that comes to italy with an easy jet flight (paid by my parents), and thinks he can conquer the world by watching the tv and eating all day long.
And what bugs me the most is that both of my parents dont think there is something wrong with them spending money on his future (and not mine, wtf, we are not rich), or with him not helping with the chores (even though he doesnt work and is at home doing nothing all day long).
Well, do you guys think i am the asshole for not talking to my uncle and my dad (we had a terrible fight about this situation) and for deciding to eat alone in my room until he leaves our home?
(I am an 18 year old girl, next year i will be studying either medicine or biology, university life is expensive, and my parents wont be able to afford sustaining my studies, our family and his family forever)
Fun fact: since he has moved in, i’ve never even saw him. I shower when he is sleeping or outside, and i cook when he is another room or out, lol. I have no idea how i am managing all of this shit, but it is driving me insane, INSANE
Sorry for the text block, i just enjoyed reddit and i don’t know how to edit.