My ex is still living with me, didn't want to put him out on the cold. I had a package delivered today. He was going to be home before me so I asked if he would grab it from the front hall. When I came in through the back, I asked if he grabbed it, he said he didn't see it. I went down the front stairs and there it was a white bag with my name on it. A 12x12 shipping bag, right on the radiator under the mail boxes. I came up stairs grumbling because he can't be counted on for anything. He still hasn't paid but half of the rent, eats my food and offers nothing in return, when he is bothered to help clean he does less than a half assed attempt, often needing to be redone the same day. Well because I was grumbling he blasted the TV, I said "turn it down little boy." He threw something at me and then it was on... I let loose with a whole bunch of shit I've been holding back. Also, told him that since he ain't paid but half the months rent he can be gone by Sunday. He said that ain't going to happen, I made it clear I want him gone now. He called me names and then I really blew up. Telling him I was sick of his drunk attempts at sex, limp dick, drug habit, crappy kitchen hygiene (he thinks hes a chef) and on and on. The reason we are broke up is his lies and drug use. Maybe I am an asshole, but shit he's such a dick to me.