So, from talking to you dudes i got myself all amped up and went home to tell her about herself.
i basically call her a dummy and an unfit mother, and told her she needs to get herself together and make sure she's out on the tenth.
Both her and my wife give me this sad dumbfounded look. And after about 15 seconds of silence I'm like
wus the problem why y'all lookin at me like that. She starts crying and says the apartment she was moving into called and told her she couldn't move because the current tenant got section 8 and she is not moving. I told her she should look elsewhere cause the 10th is still the timeline. She apologized and admited that she was a lil too confortable living here. I told her it's ok and my wife and i will help her in any way we can.
Now I'm sitting on the porch smoking a blunt and I can't help but feel like an a$$hole. The look she gave me when she was crying hurt my soul. And I'm having second guesses I know she's gonna be feeling all sad and acting all weird for the next week or so and I feel like i shoulda just kept my mouth shut and helped her find a place to live. Now she's depressed my wife feels bad cause she thinks I'm mad, and i feel bad cause this girls life is fukked and I just told her she has to go.
I'm bout to finish this blunt and go to sleep, this shyt got me thinking too much, and she ain't even my bytch