A month of so ago I wrote about how I was thinking about letting an 18 year old kid move in with me. (here) At the time I thought it was a good idea, but T did not. K was not thrilled when I told her either.
So here I am a month later, kicking his ass out.
I am not going to get into the list of things he did to piss me off, but if I had listened to T in the beginning I would not be here today.
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Doing this in the first place was EXTREMELY poor judgment.
I believe we should never regret decisions we make with our eyes wide open, even if they don't turn out so well in the end. C'est la vie!
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