Is AUTHOR wrong in the post ? POST : Hello reddit! My name is Kyle / Dabstep, and this is a story about the standards of friends and how I believe you should never let people treat you however they like.

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Here we go! I have had this friend since high school (best friend, even). He is 26 and I am 25. We have been through some thick and some thin, including school jobs and drugs. We have quite the history, but this last year he has proven to me that he is less than a friend to me now. He has asked me to be his best man at his wedding recently, where he is marrying his stripper girlfriend of 8 months. I don't necessarily believe in the wedding based on the number of times they have broken up in that 8 months, but I agreed.

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I started off this year unfortunately moving into my parents house after breaking up with my girlfriend and not being able to move into a place on my own. I would go to his house quite often during this time to play games and hang out because being around my parents is pretty much the worst. 

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Ryan lives with his Dad in the basement, where he hasn't had a stable last him a month for almost three years at this point. He survives because his Dad and his girlfriend (stripper) buy him everything he needs and makes it so he doesn't have to me motivated to do anything. I don't care about this too much as it doesn't effect me, but I can see how its changing him over the years. He hasn't tried to get a job in a very long time, and any job that he gets, he find a reason to quit it right away. The dude couldn't even deliver pizza because "the job was bs".

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Six months into living at my parents again, the arguing has taken a turn for the worst and I am debating living in my car because it sounds better than that. I tell him about this and he agrees to move me in at 300 dollars a month for at least six months, which was great and I moved in. 

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Sometime after I move in, he notices my computer is standing up on a 20 dollar Walmart table I had just bought, and he offered to let me use a card table in place. I took it and let him use the table for his figures (this is important to the story).

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Also important to the story: he owes me 100 dollars because I bought him a bike so that he could get to work, a job he quit after a week. Whenever I ask about the 100, he simply says "when I have a job". It has been almost six months.

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One month later, he comes to me about how the room I am in is worth at least 700, and that I need to start paying more. This is bullshit and I argue about it but end up agreeing to pay 400 dollars per month. During this whole time I am unable to use the laundry, unable to store food anywhere, and getting blamed for food that is going missing (none of which was my doing).

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Another month in, he really starts hinting that he wants me to pay 600 or he wants me out sooner than 6 months. I told him that I don't have anywhere to go and that I am not moving into my parents house who I had just moved out of and his response is "that sucks dude, start looking".

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In the beginning of the last month, I am coming home from my girlfriends house to see what he is up to, asking to hang out and play some games. He mentioned he was eating tacos, so I told him about how I had just eaten a breakfast burrito. Before I was able to continue and say that my girlfriend had made it for me at her house, he interjects and starts screaming at me "oh so you fucking at my burrito this morning? you are a piece of shit and you need to be out by the end of the month." I try to say what is going on but he hangs up and texts me that he isn't going to put up with my bullshit anymore and that he told his dad, and his dad now wants me out." (for context, the missing burrito was out of a freezer pack of 8 el montereys)

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So I reluctantly set up to move in with my girlfriend into the smallest room that is now going to be shared. Three days before I move out, he comes to me and says "hey man I am kind of an asshole about kicking you out over the burrito, if you need another month you can stay" which is ridiculous to say to someone after they have been setting up to move out for the last few weeks. I say no and move out, in which I give him his card table back but don't ask for my table back because I didn't have anywhere to put it and he was conveniently using it.

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Fast forward three months to today, I have moved into my own house in a nice part of town, am living alone, but am very broke because of how much money I just had to put down on this place. I text him a few days ago "hey man, is there any way I can get that table back? my TV is standing on a very crappy nightstand and I could really use it back." He is now saying that I gave it to him when I moved out, which I never did and would never have done. I have no furniture so I am not about to give out what little is mine. He has multiple tables to put all of his little things on. I have two for my computer and TV.  I explain this to him and he is not having it. He believes that because I used him as "public storage" for months for the table that it his now his and that I am "Indian-giving" as he said to me word-for-word. How do you argue with a 26 year old person that uses that term?

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So I asked him one more time today if I am ever going to see that table and he said "Nah man like I said indian giving, buy yourself another table at Walmart" to which I replied "enjoy the table, find yourself a new best man". 

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Was this the right choice? AITA? Thanks for taking the time to read this! Sorry I am not an English major, nor have I done any school in the last few years so bear with my grammar!

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TLDR: "best friend" kicks me out over burrito I didnt eat, refuses to give me back a table when he owes me 100 dollars on top of it. I tell him I won't stand at his wedding that is in 6 days.

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