So, a friend needed a place to stay, so the person I am I say no problem! Well the problem after 3 weeks is it feels like I'm his old girlfriend and wants to talk about his day like a lil bitch. I'm single, and one of the things I like about being single is not having to take on someone else's drama from their day. Jeesh, like really, this shit bugs the hell outta me and when I tell him "I'm not your bitch, you dont have to come home and tell me about your day". He just laughs and I say i'm serious. Then he goes and pouts in his room. Like really dude, i'm almost 48 years old, I don't needs this shit. Then there are my kids, I am raising 3 by myself, 2 of them are out of high school, but still live with me. He thinks he can come in here and get all mighty about the way we live and bitch and moan about not having a towel, well wash ur own towel, we all do our own laundry and towels included. My oldest used his cause it was the same color and he got all upset about it and actually muttered under his breath and went and sat on the edge of the bed pouting!@ Ok, rant over!