Originally Posted by
Zirusianna
Here's the deal.
About 6-7 months ago he was in a relationship that turned sour. And since he was living with her, he had no place to live. So I took him in and let him live under my roof. Now, we have a room where we have two beds, two desks and that's it. There's no more space. But that was okay, he needed me, I took him in. I threw out half of my stuff so he could get some of his stuff in, and since he still went to school I even bought one of those desks where you can swipe the keyboard in and out of, so he had a place to study.
I did all of this. He did nothing. And I was a bit strange about that, but I figured he was greiving. Remember, I've known this guy for 8 years at the time, we were there for each other no matter what. And I knew him, better than anyone.
Now, his mother is a bitch. A manipulative, hating bitch. And I have no trouble saying this, because what she put him through was torture. She is the most horrible human being I've ever met. And he knew that himself, too - That's why he moved out and lived with his girlfriend, who he had only known for like 2 months before they moved in together. And all along he was doing this, I was on the side, facepalming. But I let him do his thing.
Lately, he have been slacking on school, to the point where he was almost kicked out. I told him that he was a fucking idiot for doing so. His reply was to pack his things and move to his mother to live for a month. I told him that that's not how it works: We have bills, we have food, we have appointments. He has his address here, his school stuff. You can't just pick up and leave like a child who is angry at his father, just because you won't face your own fuckup.
He responded with telling me that he would drop out of school and move home. That was it for me. I don't want to share anything with him anymore. Quite frankly, I will never trust him with anything ever again. I don't think I'm hard to deal with, I think I'm quite fair, but if you shit down my fucking throat, I will personally rip your throat out. And that's what he did. Not only here, but in several small cases he have used me to get to where he wanted to go. He have never stopped up and thought "Shit, maybe I should think about this".
No, the decision is ours. He shat on me one too many times, and I brought it up. We talked, whereas in that conversation, when I asked him "What will become of us? We will rarely see each other" and he replied "I'll try to find time for you". I can't, and won't deal with that. Not now, not ever. I don't think asking for respect is being dramatic.