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mind the revolving door...
I had to kick my roommate out today, the same day they moved in. I promised myself, (after the last bad roommate situation,) that I would not be taking any more friends in when they fell on hard times, because it always seems to be contagious. They make promise after promise and it slowly unravels when reality catches up with them. In any case, I made a special exception for one friend who said they had nowhere else to go and desperately wanted to avoid staying with family. This person had already been a previous roomie who stiffed me for bills, but circumstances as they were for them, I didn't hold it against them. I did, however, tell them that this time, I needed money up front. As you can no doubt guess, they didn't have it, but more that they didn't tell me until after they'd moved all their shit into my house. I am sure this was the brilliant notion that, once all their stuff was hauled in and set up I surely wouldn't ask them to leave, would I? You bet your sweet ass I did. This was followed with "alright, I'll leave in the morning". Um, no sweetheart, you'll leave tonight. No more taking it up the proverbial ass for me, thanks. Oh, and fuck you very much for attempting to take advantage of me for a second time. Shame on me for thinking it would be different, huh?

These things make my head ache. I'm not a fucking hotel. I have bills, I have a budget to attend to. I can't take responsibility for people who can't even take responsibility for themselves. I'm not perfect, but I have to deal with my own mistakes. I don't have to deal with theirs. Of course, I am now the bad guy for refusing to accept being walked on all over again. I know this person has a lot of growing up to do, and I'll see them again, but it's hard to wear the "big girl panties" sometimes.