he had come home drunk and talked to me about it, and was being all nice for once in two years. again, i told him i saw where he was coming from, but couldn't promise what wasn't mine. again, he took this to mean he could have the room.
so when doc confronted him and he lied, they finally came to an agreement, after i was forced to apologize to mike. as the thing ended, he muttered under his breath, "i should have known i couldn't trust a thing you say," at me. this was the end for me. two years of his nastiness and being nice to him and swallowing his negativity.
i couldn't sleep that night, and almost woke him up at three am to confront him. but i waited until he got up and then went in and flipped out on him. he flipped right back out on me. and doc told us to shut up.
once we got here, to the house, i was overseeing the cable guy, and saw mike and asked him if he was moving out yet. he got nasty back and it was on. big fight later and he got physical with me.
to sum up, doc kicked him out. he has until next sunday to get himself and his shit out of our lives. thank the maker.
