To me, this wasn’t like just losing a friend. This was like losing a brother, like my own brother dying. I never heard from him or his family again. Since my mom and his aunt had been so close and she was an innocent party, I didn’t pursue her for the rest of my money, especially since she was in financial straits at the time. From what I’ve heard, he lives in an extremely poor area and he’s never managed to crawl out of poverty. After making no effort to move-out for over a week, I let him know that I expected him to be gone by the tenth day. On the tenth day, when he realized that I wasn’t going to reconsider, he called some friends and finally moved-out, leaving most of his clothes behind, which I donated to a homeless charity.
Then, he started having problems paying his share of the rent. In fact, entire months would pass with me being the only one paying rent and he would give excuses that his employer wasn’t paying him on time. I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship, but I let him know that it was an unfair burden on me to have to cover 100% of the rent, even though he was working. He also began letting his friends come and stay at our place, often for weeks at a time and they weren’t paying rent either. More than once, I had to tell him to have his friend move out if they wouldn’t help with rent or other bills. His friends were typically people who had been kicked out of their own apartment for not paying rent there either.