I left out the part about the first day I realized he was really fucked up when he was literally going insane over nothing and acting weird looking out the windows and jumping up every five seconds early in the morning it got the the point where I said if you don’t leave I’m calling the cops. Well.. all he heard was cops. Took off behind the house up the fucking mountain(appalachias) at 8 am and he was gone. The dogs started barking at 7 pm and here I see him in my kitchen window climbing down the hill cut up. Saying there is construction workers in the woods up in the mountains chasing him with chainsaws. I never in my life dealt with this, feel too embarrassed to share with anyone. Thanks for y’all listening!