My boyfriend and I started dating in September. We went to high school together and haven't seen eachother in 26 years but reconnected on Facebook. He asked me out on 9/11. The third date, he gets an eviction notice. His family lives in CT and they wouldn't help him. Me, being the co-dependant, insecure chic that I can be, offered to help him out a little. It was only supposed to be a month and it dragged into 4 months with him constantly having his hand out every time we see eachother. I put my foot down before Christmas and told him that I am not his ATM machine and personal assistant. He apologized and said he would never ask me for money again. Someone hacked into my bank account on Christmas Eve day and I had no access to my funds, no food at the house and not enough gas to get to work. It was like pulling teeth getting $20.00 out of him! The fact that I even had to ask him for it, really pissed me off. He should have offered as soon as he found out. He said he was too "sick" to spend Christmas with my family like we had planned, come to find out, he made "special" brownies and ate all of them. Yeah, it's time to give myself the best gift of all, freedom! Sorry, I just had to vent!! I feel soooo much better now. If you took the time to read this, thank you! If you didn't, I don't blame you! It was long winded and gripey.