Where do I even begin? The day he moved in, nearly everything I was told was a very convincing lie, or rather an embelishment of reality. I was blinded by the fact that we have mutual friends, so I thought they might warn me if they perceived him to be a huge problem.
One friend tried warning me, he knew something was up, but I didn't listen. Why you ask? Because that mutual friend didn't warn me about the real shit. He couldn't, because he had no fucking clue. Nobody who hadn't lived with him could have possibly known. He seems like the nicest, normal person if you just know him casually. Life of the party, always down to help, etc. That's why I was willing to help him out by taking him in.
Because of his ability to appear super nice and helpful, I let a lot of things slide the last few months, chalked it up to bad luck and tried to help this person out. He has not made it easy to live with him. He has broken nearly every house rule, makes horrible decisions (think Rob Lowe bad decision cable commercial), and it has begun to endanger my well-being. I wish I could go into detail about that, but can't.
Last night I met his family. Although I needed a break from him badly, he was really excited about it and wouldn't stop talking about it for a week, so I couldn't flake on him. I was told everyone would want to talk to me, I was told they said they wanted to meet me, that they'd refuse to let me go hungry and pack us a ton of food to take home with us. He even brought tuperware. Not that I wanted any of those things to happen, just wanted to lay low, but that is what I was told to expect.
We stopped at a gas station to get gas. He asked if I had cash, said he didn't want to go digging for his wallet and that he'd pay it back when we got there. Needless to say he needed me to go with him, because he had no gas money. First sign of things to come.
When we arrived at his family's home, not only was everyone surprised to see him in that "ohh..heh...hi! I didn't know you were coming" awkward sort of way, but as he was introducing me, they all stared at me in that "who is this person and why is this person crashing our party?" way. It took two hours for anyone to actually acknowledge my presence. There was food, but nobody except him cared whether I ate or not. I sat at a table with his closest family and none of them would even make eye contact with me. As soon as he left the table to go do whatever, I sat there in silence trying to figure out where to rest my eyes and not look as awkward as I felt. Nobody tried to pack food for us on the way out. That's for damn sure. The good news is that after spending a few hours over there, a couple of his family members took pity on me and engaged me in conversation for a little while. My guess is it took them two hours to look me over, figure me out. Turns out they're normal (on the surface at least) and he's the black sheep.
This (among numerous other things that have come to pass that I can't mention) was very eye-opening. He lies about stupid shit, takes advantage of and is completely dellusional. I never had the opportunity before to compare one of his descriptions to reality. Dellusions of grandeur, minor (or major) touches of narcissism, paranoia, incessant talking...NON-STOP...always about himself in one way or another (and I mean from morning till night, not a second of silence goes to waste),... always in some kind of distress, always drama, always emotional.
The reason I overlooked so many red flags is that he acts like a very caring and sometimes helpful person. He's emotional and passionate, he talks about his fucked up childhood a lot, so I felt sorry for him and got sucked in. Sometimes I think he might be feeling bad or guilty for the lies he tells, but I'm beginning to think he has to "act" this way so that people like myself will put up with all his bullshit. The cold hard truth is that he needs me, because he's got no money (either due to debt or mismanagement) and nowhere else to go.
Whether he's insane and actually believes all his lies, or whether he knows he's talking out of his ass, is moot at this point. I need him out before something very serious happens. I don't want to walk into the house one day and either find him in a pool of blood, or find myself confronted by one of the consequences of his actions. I fear for his safety, but I fear for myself as well.
Worst part about kicking him out is knowing that he's broke and that his family doesn't seem to care much about him. Either they don't care, or they're sick of his BS as much as I am. It sucks, I want him out so bad, I just don't want him to hurt himself if he feels like me kicking him out is the last straw. After last night, I almost feel like he should be committed to an institution or at least mentally evaluated.