I feel like my house has turned into a bad episode of Jerry Springer...as you've probably read me and my husband are getting divorced, he has a problem controlling his anger, we have nothing in common anymore, I have feelings for someone else...etc, etc roll the credits...ANYWAY, my husband comes home yesterday and says to me "Listen my friend Trish (who he known for about a week just got kicked out her house, she has nowhere to live, no job, no car, she has a two year old and they're gonna send her to a shelter and who knows what will happen to her son...is it OK if she crashes here for awhile. This is so unfair of him to ask me this...he knows I'm not going to say no and tell this girl to pack it over to the shelter but this is like the last thing I need right now in my life...I couldn't sleep all night...I got up at 2 am and just hopped in my car to go for a ride...I was only gone like 10 minutes...I had to get out I felt like I was suffocating...I'm not even compfortable in my own house and of course my husband thought I was going to meet this other person and FLIPPED OUT BIGTIME. He called my friend (At 2 am no less) and told him "He'd made the biggest mistake of his life" then when I pulled up to the house he threw the phone at my truck and then proceeded to moon me at 2 am on our front lawn, So much for civility....arrghhh...."Next on Jerry...soon to be ex's, homeless mothers, almost affairs, and violent outtbursts...what do these things have in common...my house!" I'm so sick of this...My husband is 27 and I have a housefull of 19 year olds every night with a whole slew of issues...I just want a quiet little house with a gardem where my son can play and I can do the things I enjoy with someone I enjoy them with without all this craziness...is that too much to ask? Putting the house up for sale tomorrow...I hope it sells quick...wish me luck!!