Well, after giving him a place to stay so he could get off the streets and quit smoking meth, a year and a half has went by and he's smoking more meth than ever.
He brought his GF with him, I asked for no rent for 8 solid months, just hoping he'd do something right, anything right. They argued and fought nearly every single day.
Physical violence from both sides, he had a tweaker buddy come over once that smashed his own face through the living room window and I had to replace that, nearly got me evicted.
At nine months I charged him $100 a month, which his GF paid with her welfare check. Two months of that, and he finally caused enough shit that the manager said leave or you'll be evicted.
We moved to a new place, he continued with all of it. He broke this living room window out himself, punching through it. I replaced that one too. I asked my sister to take him, she said he's not her problem and he needs to grow up.
When I told him to leave he said you're not going to physically remove me so I'm not going anywhere. Mind you, I broke my leg last July and though I'm no longer in a wheelchair, I'm still healing and can't really be fighting anyone.
Cops would come out here often, but never took him just listened to his lies and left. He graffitied my walls, he dismantled my ceiling fan and lost the parts. He broke the shower and the kitchen sink only works on hot.
I had to talk a man out of barging into the broken living room window with a gun in hand planning to either shoot or at very least pistol whip my nephew while my nephew cried in the hallway for his life, yet he was the one on the balcony first telling said gunman "come get some, fool!".
This seems like a lot but this is really just scratching the surface he's a fucking destroyer. His mom(my sister) and his older brother shamed me for trying to kick him out yet they refused to take him.
Finally the cops had enough, called the apartment owners and threatened to fine them for repeat visits. Owner got up my ass and I finally said get the fuck out, and if you wanna make this a fight, I'm crippled but whatever I guess we're gonna have to fight. If you don't leave I'm going to physically remove you.
Somehow it worked, he left. He's been gone almost two months. He told me I should give him some money because he left in the middle of the month and he paid $100 for the entire month. I laid into him hard via text, he said he was gonna kill himself I didn't respond.
A couple days ago he told my mom my new roommate and I are gay(neither of us are), then stole shit from her house. His chest reads "Strength, Loyalty, Respect" and I really believe he thinks he represents those qualities.
I love my nephew, but I hate whoever the fuck this guy is that he turned into. I know a huge part of it was my enabling but being in a wheelchair sort of made it difficult.
He lives in a tool shed behind a house that's behind another house, and I guess he still hasn't hit what people call an all time low. I don't think he's ever going to be the person he was, I used to love having that kid around he was hilarious before meth took him.
Oh I had a heart attack too, directly after he broke the window here. I thought surely when I got home from the hospital my family would have stepped up and taken him off my hands but I guess they'd rather I die than him live with any of them.
Yeah, it's been a hell of a year and a half for me. Things are getting better though, every day is better.