When I asked my rah to leave, we had to admit what was going on to my family. Because we were moving cities and had to move in with my parents while we sold our house. While we were in that circumstance, I asked him to sleep in the basement. My own mother told me that I was breaking up my family and I should be helping him. Who was breaking up the family??????? I couldn't believe it! Then again, I got some of my most unhealthy behaviours from her, so maybe it shouldn't have been that surprising. Ugh. Not only did I have to deal with him, I had to then deal with her crap too.