For more than a year now I’ve let you live rent-free in my home. You brought your crazy cat, a basement full of boxes and your alcoholic drama under my roof—and I was OK with that, up to a point. I really, really tried to tough things out because I hoped that by not having to worry about where to sleep at night, you’d have more energy to battle your demons. But it’s been 15 months, and your presence is taking a toll on my marriage, and your cat’s been taking a toll on my carpet. Now, I have to muster up the nerve to evict you before my wife kicks us both out. I wish it never came to this.
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