Also setting the record straight, I work three jobs and go to school. I never quit any job while josh lived with me except one that I worked at two days every two weeks when the fall semester started. I replaced that job with another one a short time after. You did my ndishes and the ok out my trash? You mean that one time that I asked you to because you weren’t helping at all? If my house bothered you, you could have helped clean up at any time. You helped with nothing. I drove two hours the pick you up from a seedy hotel that you were on your last night at before being on the street. Your exact words were “ thank you Alyssa you’re literally saving my life.” I let you stay for free for a month, I put a good word in to a friend to help you get your job, I fed you, I bought your cigarettes, I tried to celebrate your birthday at least in a small way. I bent over backwards to accommodate you and help you. When I drove another two hours to pick up your girlfriend, three days later I had to leave work because she was calling me saying you were trying to kill her. Her hair was on my floor and your blood on my door. Don’t ask me why I gave you another chance. You were smoking in my house, blowing all of your money after I lowered your rent and gave you more time so you could land on your feet, dealing in front of my apartment building, eating my kids food after I told you you were responsible for your own (less than a month), not chipping in for anything we still shared. You’re really complaining? Maybe you would have had less to complain about being homeless instead.