A good friend of many years lost his job and was going to lose his apartment and be left with no place to live. He’s supposedly getting a house from his ex-boyfriend who is moving to Florida sometime this year, but first he has to have a job. So I told him he could come take the spare room until he got on his feet and could get the house. He wanted me to move in with him and at first I thought it might be ok. That all changed really quickly though.
He said he would clean to sort of earn his part of what he ate/used/etc. And that would have been fine if he had actually done more than just sweep the floor in the living room, wash what few dishes got dirty and take out the trash. I expected the place to look a lot better but the only rooms he paid any attention to were the kitchen and living room. He ignored everything else. But I was grateful for what he did and didn’t say anything. He rearranged my house, went through everything on my computer desk and boxed it up (my desk was messy but I told him repeatedly to let me handle it), rearranged all my cabinets and where my stuff went… I was mildly irritated, but figured he was doing the cleaning, he should be allowed some lee-way with where stuff went. Then he started messing with my thermostat. Considering I pay that bill, I think that should be left alone. But again, to keep the peace, I said nothing and just changed it back to what I wanted it set at. He took it a step further and started making requests for the grocery list. Mind you, NO money is coming in from him. And some requests are ok—but he was requesting things like dried blueberries and expensive fresh fruits. He was supposedly making an effort to diet though, so I bought them to help him in his weight loss efforts. Never got so much as a “thank you” and he continued to eat every bite of junk food in the house as soon as it hit the cabinet or fridge. Some of it was stuff for Savannah or stuff she had bought with her own money but he never asked—just consumed. We had to start hiding things in our rooms. He ruined a brand new really nice pan that I had just bought and only gotten to use twice—then tried to hide it. And he blew off the ONE interview he had actually managed to get, and for a really stupid reason. I went back and looked on my computer after he left and it's pretty clear he wasn’t looking for a job very seriously at all. That means I'd have been handling the mortgage on that house... yeah, no. Halloween weekend he finally struck the last nerve and I told him I felt totally unappreciated and disrespected. Rather than ask if I minded if he invited someone over, he just told me to text him before I came home from the haunted house I was acting in. That was it. Don’t tell ME, who pays the rent, bills, and buys the groceries to text YOU who does nothing but sit around all day soaking up the benefits of all my work before I come to MY home. Things got tense after that and we spent a week feeling pretty uncomfortable around each other. Then this last Friday night he asked if I was over myself (rude) and then asked if I still wanted to move in with him. When I told him no, he blew up. He said “I should have known I couldn’t trust you to treat me like family!” Wow… So I very loudly reminded him that I fed him, gave him a roof over his head, free cable, internet, etc. Were it not for me treating him like FAMILY, his broke ass would be in the street. He had no response other than “Well..Well..when were you going to tell me you didn’t want to move in?” Later that evening he told me he was finding another place to stay because he didn’t want to stay where he wasn’t welcome. And THEN had the nerve to ask me not to throw away his stuff. (I gotta be honest, that made me want to toss it right out on the lawn…But I haven’t…yet.) He posted on Facebook that "some things came to a finale and it wasn't his fault because he knows he's a good person." And in response to something I said regarding ungrateful people with a warped sense of entitlement he said "I'm not going to talk sh*t about anyone. I will leave that to the less enlightened. I'm going to take the high road and wish nothing but the best for those who wish me the worst." Here's the deal.. With his victim mentality, I don't have to wish him the worst. He will bring it on himself for the rest of his life and wonder why the universe has it out for him. The good news is, my house is mine again. I have my own stuff, my own food, the temperature stays at what I want it to stay.. It’s bliss. Oh.. And I'm a whopping 95 pounds lighter!! :) GO ME!!
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This morning I finally hit the 65 pound mark. I have 4 tiny little pounds to lose and I'll be under 200 for the first time in a very long time. I'm wearing sizes of clothing I haven't worn in DECADES. DECADES, PEOPLE!! And still shrinking. I have another 55 pounds to go and I'll be at my goal weight of 150. The cool part is my goal date is New Year's Eve and at this rate, I will definitely reach it. :) So yeah.. pretty proud of myself right about now, and I can feel my confidence skyrocketing. It feels GREAT!! And best of all, I don't feel all that deprived. The first two weeks were HELL. I admit that. I was ALWAYS hungry, Oh. My. God. But once my stomach adjusted to smaller meals, I was golden. I eat whatever I want as long as it fits in my daily budget for calorie intake, so I get to have my little treats here and there, but I don't eat nearly the amounts I used to, and I do try to eat things that are better for me. It feels like eons since I ate at Burger King... I don't miss it too much to be honest. 
