I hope I'm not late to this. This was really recent. My husband is in the military. He has a really close friend (ex barracks roomie) who's wife left him in the middle of their deployment. He asked if he could stay with us for a while. Of course I said yes. I set up a room for him and everything. I framed a picture of his son and painted his room and painted the bedframe and everything. He had a laundry basket and his own shelf in the bathroom. I even made him a spot in the fridge. He was only supposed to stay for two weeks to find his own place.
Well his car ended up getting repossessed while he was overseas so he asked to stay three while he found a used car when he got back. No big dealio. Husband and I still agreed he could come stay with us.
He gets back and we pick him up at 4 AM and bring him back. He proceeded to drink all of the alcohol in the house and told me the dinner I made tastes like shit. He made my husband drive him to Denny's where he got arrested in the parking lot. Husband bailed him out and brought him back.
The next day he asked if he could bring a few girls over and I had to say no. I suggested we all go out and find a car for him instead. He dragged ass on it and stole one of our house keys and let the girls in while we were at my husband's uncles anyway. They left shortly before we got back.
Then he tried to hook my husband up with someone he thought would be hotter and less naggy than me. At the end of the first week he found out his wife (who he was separated with but not divorced) was sleeping with the guy that lived across the street from us.
He grabbed a personalized painted Navajo rock I'd received as a gift from a tribe for spending a week bringing books for their children as well as baskets of food and water and new clothes and ran outside and threw it through the guy's front window.
That prompted his second arrest. Told husband I'd straight up leave if he bailed him out again. Husband felt major conflict because he wanted to help his friend and didn't want to accept friend was a major ungrateful douche.
Went upstairs and saw that room was trashed and there were dip cups everywhere and found cocaine under the bed. He bitched that I went through his things. Finally had to contact his sgt who came and collected him and his things.
He got back together with his wife because I guess she never cheated on him. He just lied so he could sleep around consequence free. They live down the road. I see them every now and then but I think he knows better than to make contact again. =/