Alright, this story is kinda old but I still think about the morality of the situation to this day. 


 So, when I was 16 I got kicked out of my house in a little mountain town in Colorado with no phone, no car, and really nowhere to go. Weird situation at home. First thing I did was walk about 5 miles to my brother’s work (a little restaurant) to plead for a job. Started washing dishes 5 minutes later. 

There was one guy that I worked with, super smart but thought he was above “bitch work” (his words not mine). Let’s call him Alex. Of course, he was the one who trained me. I don’t see myself above anything to this day, so I just went with the unreasonable tasks that had obviously never been done before me. As time moved on, this stopped happening and we became friends. I saved up enough money to buy a car which I was living in as that was basically my only option, going to high school, and working full time. I had a girlfriend that I’d stay with maybe twice a week for a warm place to stay/do laundry. 

Now, Alex was super into doing acid (not really my thing but I don’t judge) so his dad kicked him out. He was 19 or 20 at the time, but asked me (still 16) for a place to stay. I arranged a place for us with another friend’s family. 

Just a week before this, I woke up on the morning after Valentine’s Day to see my girlfriend had been cheating on me with multiple guys over Facebook on MY FUCKING PHONE. Tip to the wise: if you do this, make sure to sign out of your account. If I open my phone and see 12 messages over Facebook, I open them without thinking about who’s account I’m using. When guys are telling me about how great “the other night” was, I can put 2 and 2 together pretty quick. 

Anyway, after leaving her ass, I’m now living with Alex basically in a garage. One day while taking a break he showed me a video or something when a message pops up from my ex on the screen. His screen. He claims he was trying to help me blah blah blah so I went with it. I wanted to know for sure if he was sleeping with her and lying to me about it. I wanted a plan to cut ties if that were the case. I waited for my time to strike. And it came HARD. 

To spare the details, I found out through a friend that my fears were true. I felt violated, not only from my cheating gf but from one of my best friends. 

The day of reckoning fell upon me by accident. 

Alex came into the kitchen (at the restaurant) telling me the lockbox, where about 1000 dollars was kept, was easy to get into. He said you can turn the lock without a key and showed me. When my boss came back I told him he needed to replace the lockbox as you didn’t need the key to open it. Of course, he asked me how I knew that and motioned to Alex. Obviously Alex had no explanation so he got fired on the spot along with another friend that was with him. Exactly what I wanted. He knew he was done living with me at that point. 

AITA for getting him fired and making him “homeless” at the same time?
 