Well I did. About a month ago I told my boyfriend his friend could stay with us. And his friend kept saying how he cleans up after himself, and "we'll hardly know his is there". Well that was all lies. I can admit that I'm not the best housekeeper, but for almost a whole week he was the only one at the house for any substantial amount of time, and did he do anything other than use our internet to watch netflix? No. He was the only one eating at the house and he didn't even throw his take-out containers away. Nor did he do the dishes. And has he brought any of his shit over? No. He doesn't even have his own bosy wash or shampoo. He's been using our stuff, and acting like he's a guest in this house and it's my job to clean up after his lazy ass. I am not his mother. It is not my job to clean up after him, supply him with soap, or supply him with food. He lied sraight to my face, and he's a fucking slob. And he uses my BOOK shelf to store his deodorant, wallet, and keys...and it's not even in "his" room, it's in my living room. He moves into my house, and gives attitude when I tell him not to leave the goddamned toilet seat up. THIS IS MY HOUSE! I was nice enough to let you live here until you could afford your own place, and this is the thanks I get?!? Fuck you. This is what I get when I'm nice to people. Well that stops now.
I refuse to continue to be walked on. I will stand my ground and put my foot down, and his dumb ass out if he continues with this shit.
Pretty postive no one bothered to read this, but I feel marginally better now that that is off my chest.
Ugh.