Serious Drama

Okay I only have like 15 minutes but I have to at least start to get this off my chest.

My friend James is separated from his wife, Stacy. They fell out like Thanksgiving of 2007, so he moved in with his mom and for the next couple of months tried to make up with Stacy. He acted like him was the victim in all of this, that it was all Stace...blah blah blah you know the story I'm sure.

Anywho, we moved in May, and he has stayed with us ever since. He and his wife decided to divorce and we told him he could crash on our couch until he found a place. He makes twice the money Josh does, and all this time he's never put money back in an effort to move out. So we asked him to pay 1/3 of the rent and electric....he's here more than I am so that seems fair.

Since that point he's done nothing but bitch about bills, talk about us behind our backs, and lie to our faces. I've caught him in more lies than I can count, seriously. Josh and I sat and talked to him one day, and Josh can be an asshole at times. We explained to him that he's not the same person that he used to be and we're not the only ones who see it. That every time we have people over, after they leave they ask "Hey what's wrong with James? He's not social." or "Hey what's up with James he's just not right." And all this time I took up for him, like oh yeah he's in the middle of this thing with Stacy and he just needs time, or he needs his friends right now, blah blah blah. So we told him that he needs to get his stuff together and do something with his life, he can't mope around here all the time.

I feel like the maid. He and Josh both work midnights, so after they go to work I clean the house like no one's business. Josh comes in, heads straight to bed and sleeps all day. James stays up, goes in town, plays video games, eats, etc. There is nothing wrong with that. However when I leave the house in the morning it is spotless, top to bottom. When I come home, Category 5 Hurricane James has hit my living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom. I swear it's worse than having kids! There are pop bottles, dishes, food, plastic, the tv is on, he's passed out on the couch. It's horrible. So I talked to him about it, a little too nicely looking back, and he said he's would straighten up. As of now, everything is the same.

Then he started talking to our friend Bridget's little sister, little sister....she's 16, James is 28. He keeps saying, hey we're just friends blah blah blah pedofile. He kept hitting on her over and over and over, and we kept telling him, that he was going to get into trouble. Well today the shit hit the fan. I have to go meet my friends for dinner in 15 minutes, but I will finish this tonight.

XOXO
Ash