I wonder if the deep depression I am beginning to sink into faster and faster each day is from a form of mental abuse? He is in such a bad mood, slamming doors, yelling at the dogs, giving me dirty looks and all because the weather is lousy and he feels like crap, and he hates Obama and so forth and so on, its always something. He is the worlds most negative human being and gets worse daqily. He thinks because he is here I should be happy to clean up after him. Oh, and he thinks my car is his car to drive because I work from home and don't drive it that often. The word "NO" really sets him off. If he keeps this up I may have to evict him bag and baggage which for him would be a catastrophe. Plus it scares me when he thinks he has nothing to live for or lose...