I just san't stand myself sometimes...it's like I knew I didn't want her there but I'm like "yeah, sure, she can stay." Now I'm like "ya know I can't believe you really moved her in." I guess it wouldn't bother me so much except that he stays downstairs with her and sleeps and I'm like "what is my son thinking?" Now he says he doesn't want to sell the house, that he wants to stay there and move in like 3 friends for roommates...he calls me at work and is like "I won't fight you for custody if you let me have the house." so then I get home from school last night and they are doing housework together and it just made me so angry...like they're playing house in my home and just making themselves very comfortable and waiting for me to leave.