As the eldest child in my family, I was afforded many privileges ahead of my younger brother.
The first to get a double bed, watch M rated movies and go to the shopping centre on my own, he often cried ‘unfair’ on a number of independent milestones I got to first.
But nothing got under his skin like the size of my bedroom in comparison to his.
Bigger and better in every way, the fact I as the eldest was gifted with this covetable prize annoyed him ’til the day I moved out.
So when, after much deliberation, my Dad finally gave the go ahead for him to make the room his own, Nathan was in within 24 hours, leaving a path of dismantled bed slats and Zac Efron posters in his wake.
You can imagine my reaction upon hearing the news.
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So? If you had to move back, there's always his room? You don't have to be in a specific place to cherish memories. You're an adult, not a brat. You need to build a bridge and get over it. Hanging onto something as petty as this for 10 years is worrying.
My son was angry after he moved home and found his sister had "stolen" not only his old bedroom but his bed too. My answer: tough shit. You moved out and left it behind. You moving back for a few months doesnt mean you are resuming your old life. Get over it. Its called being an adult