About a year ago, I agreed to take in one of my husband's college roommates when he fell on hard times (lost his home).
It's been a year and his friend has not made any effort to improve his life. At first he was paying rent to help with the bills, but then he lost his job and hasn't paid rent in almost 9 months. I've told my husband over and over again that I'm tired of giving up my house, my privacy and hundreds of dollars a month for someone who is doing nothing for himself and is intruding in our life or marriage.
I love my husband dearly, but he will sit there and "feel sorry" for his friend and come up with a thousand excuses of why he's not doing anything with his life and quite frankly I'm tired of it.
We are paying for his friend's food, shelter, clothing, bills, and everything else for the past year. He doesn't say thank you and he makes no effort to get a job. On top of all of this, his friend lost his driver's license because of a DUI and his time to apply for it again isn't for a few months. He has no way of getting to a job even if he were to get one because we live in a remote area away from public transportation.
His friend also brings over his married girlfriend and her teenage kids, who eat our food, sit in front of our tv, and take up our house, and he expects me to deal with this.
So last night we had it out on Valentine's Day (of all days) and I told my husband that if I didn't love him so much I would already be gone. He acted like this was "shocking news" and the first he'd heard of such things.
I think he's finally realizing I am *serious* when I say that I'm tired of having five people in our home and marriage instead of two. I also told him if that he's not gone by Spring, I'm gone.
It's a real-life, "You, Me, and Dupree" and I'm sick of it!