He fell asleep on the street, got his phone stolen, and came back to my door the next day.
I obviously felt bad, so I let him come back. Day two and he's already telling me what I can and can't do in my own apartment and interrupting me mid sentence every time I try to have a conversation, because he makes negative assumptions about what I am going to say which are way off, but he wouldn't know that since I can't finish a sentence.
I really just want moral permission to kick him out.
Everything was so much better alone. I owe him nothing. It's my house. I am not the one who lost my apartment because of a drunk fist fight...
What should I do?
***Update***I think there is a reckoning taking place, a reckoning of men who have abused women for too long, a reckoning of racial justice, a reckoning of nature taking back what never belonged to us, etc. I can't keep standing in the way of changes that need to happen by protecting an emotionally volatile addict who I always figured would end up homeless eventually anyway. I don't even care if he finds someone else. It would be a relief for someone else to take my place.
I feel a lot better now.
10:47 a.m. - 2020-08-22