June 1st. That is the date I want you to be out of my home. You disrespected me and my home once again last night and therefore the open invitation to live with me is being retracted. The fucked up part is that you make like nothing happened. I caught you red handed and yet you made like it was business as usual. Don't do that. Don't try to play me for a fool when you know you can't. I just can't wait to have a normal life. To come home and be able to relax without worrying about what you are sneaking around doing.
I love our friend John but he always overstays his welcome and last night was a testament to that. Get your own place and this won't be an issue. I was going to say something to you this morning, but what do I say that I haven't said already? Usually we sit and talk and recount what upset me or you and then we promise not to do it again. But you can't keep a promise and I can't keep being a fool. So June 1st it must be.