I don't think you're a villain for kicking someone that is causing trouble out of your house... I mean, hey, it's your house, you're already doing them a favor! The minimum they owe you is some respect! >.<
Well, it was a rented place. Expensive rented place though. Used to do pretty well despite being 2/3rds of the rent, but my awesome transgendered roommates moved on to brighter and better places. If I’d have just sublet it out again when the financial burden became 3/3: I’d have made it through the year just fine. Instead I had multiple friends (online) who made significant overtures for coming down and living in the house, and I spent money on an expensive plane ticket for one person that was supposed to use it to come split the burden of cost down to half with their girlfriend. Didn’t happen. Nor did the next person. My best fishing season ever 26K drained away 18,000 dollars because I was stuck in that house (girlfriend didn’t want to move in the middle of the year for college).
I really didn’t want to have to kick that guy out, though. He never got work, and therefore never paid any rent (so I’d planned to kick him out after the first month’s ‘grace period’ in our verbal agreement was over), but I later said ‘hey, you keep me eating, and you can stay till I go’. He sort of did. I’d *never* had food poisoning before that it turns out (microwaved bacon just isn’t worth it fam), and he ate my last cans of salmon (which were an entire day’s meals for me at the time, precious stuff), but he did walk with me half a mile to get a simple salad at 11:30PM (my body *needed* lettuce after having the second food poisoning fun in short succession... food poisoning at sub 120 pounds really isn’t good for someone 5’9), and he would have taken me all the way to Walmart if that’s what I needed to get lettuce, so that’s not bad. He was fun to walk around with, if only because I could trust him enough.
Until I couldn’t: he abandoned me to go get tobacco while we were walking back to the house. I didn’t actually realize that he’d gone, so I walked towards home secure in the knowledge that someone would stop me from crossing if there were *actual* cars on the street. My ex was even pissed for my sake that day, not that she was all that much better: she’d agreed to keep me eating after the breakup, and she very much didn’t.
In the end, he was useless to me, and he acted out too many times for my toleration. When he blew up in anger and stormed off *again* for the *sixth time*: I sent him a text saying he needn't come back, blocked him and stuff on my phone too because I’d had enough.
Course, then a few days later he shows up at my front door to get his stuff (cuz it was all in ‘my house’ of course). I was all alone, but I let him in anyways, and just left him to it while I went back to a video game on the couch. He went and right properly gathered up most of his stuff, then he asked me if I’d seen his coat, I hadn’t, so that was that. He said something extremely silly at the door as I saw him out, but I don’t even remember what it was.
Technically not clever behavior on my part, but I’ve actually never been betrayed for trusting any person to be ‘reasonable’ IRL before. Some people might have used the opportunity to steal from me, to break things of mine, or even to hurt me, but I’ve been lucky enough that I’ve never had to experience anything of the sort.
The best part of bringing him in was that my ex girlfriend *really* didn’t like him, and she was only there three days a week for classes. Eventually, she would show up for one day here or there. After I kicked him out, I sometimes had whole weeks of peace for the month of April. Not that I could go anywhere realistically speaking, but it was refreshing enough.
Respect is a _doubtful_ prospect when a person allows for mooching and economic abuse from others. If you don’t take yourself seriously: who’s going to? Took me four years of wasting my life to finally regain my self-respect.
I’d still have a random person stay as a result of my personality, although rationally I shouldn’t.
