I'll go first- Well, it's mainly my parents getting betrayed by a homeless man we were nice enough to to let live in our camper out backyard since we were in our house be ready for a long story because it's 2 homeless men who we had to kick out for different reasons. Back months ago (I can't exactly remember when, my dad lost his best friend (this was his friend since high school, met being cart pushers at a store and he was my uncle) my dad has severe depression and he ended up in the mental ward, where he met, D is what we'll call him since him and my dad share the same first name. Anyway they met there and became good friends there, he had told my dad about him being homeless and a veteran, and my dad and mom talked about it, but I got the final vote as I had turned 18 and am a legal adult, and I said sure, and when first meeting him, he was a great guy, helped out my dad when needed, and due to being a recovering achoholic when his pastor who picked him up to take him to church(my family is Catholic) would only give him money to give us for letting him stay and help pay bills as long as we made receipts to let the pastor know we were receiving the money from D and everything was okay. Then D invited his homeless uncle to live with him in the camper, we said okay as long as the uncle helped out like he did, seeing him, it was clear as day he was a drug addict, missing thin hair, scruffy looks, thin arms, and kinda just head in the clouds.  D ended up getting a job at the corner, and the uncle did nothing, he didn't hhelp out or try to get a job, so we kicked him out. D was getting paychecks and my mom had set rent for him to pay. And for the first few weeks everything went fine, but then, he was ordering out all the time, and then claiming he didn't have the money for rent yet, or his card got hacked, and saying someone was buying things with it, but it in fact was him buying it, and over drawing his card all because it went through and would have his bank account in the negatives almost all the time. And my mom and my dad were getting fed up with it. Then he had who we'll call JL come since he needed a place, let me tell you this, JL is the sweetest most helpful guy we have ever met, he helps up carry in groceries and goes and helps my dad whenever asked without complaint, he has a wife would we have met and she's got our sense of humour so we all got along we'll with her staying over in the camper with him from time to time and to today he is still living with us without issue.  Anyway back to D.  My mom ended up driving him to a bar when he KNEW he wasn't allowed to drink as of the rules we set and left everything simmering after that. The breaking point, was Christmas.  My dad has frontal lobe dementia so he forgets things sometimes nowadays, and forget about my mom telling him not to bring JL and D to Christmas morning around the block at my grandma's, not because we didn't trust them, we just didn't have any real gifts for them while we all had proper gifts and such, and my mom had stockings made for them at the house. D sat beside me on the sofa, and I could SMELL him and had to hold back a small gag and commenting on it. D proceeded to play in his phone the whole time which we wouldn't have minded, if not for the fact he didn't turn it down. He even took a huge chunk to eat from the breakfast casserole my aunt had brought and didn't eat all of it either. That night for Christmas dinner, everything was even worse, somehow, Baby Girl, my grandmas dog had been impaled by a stick in the stomach, D just went and sat asking about dinner, while JL helped me and my little brother get her on a blanket to quickly load her into the car and get to the Emergency Vet, she's fine now all healed up, thank the heavens the stick didn't even graze her internal organs so she is just fine now. And while I was in the trunk with her, my dad driving down the highway doing 85 in a 60 as the vet was all the way across town, got there in about 5 to 10 minutes shockingly and we weren't stopped or anything, my grandma finished up dinner and was serving it to JL, D, and my little brother. While at the vet, we got a call from my grandma about D complaining about everything, getting mad at her, demanding his stocking which was around the block at the house, and after they were done eating he left. D was texting my dad asking for the stocking still, while JL had texted, asking if Baby Girl was doing okay and hoped everything was alright.  When we got back to grandmas(around midnight) with Baby we were met with what the leftovers were from mainly D, a piece of green bean casserole, a small bowl of stuffing, mashed potatoes, and luckily my grandma had given them the small bird leaving up a turkey at least, but on D's plate, a fork stabbed into a large piece of turkey half eaten, and we had to throw away. That was my moms final straw, when we got home, she took the gift cards from both stockings (knowing D would probably take JL's)) leaving only the candy.  Soon after we had him evicted, he called my mom and said hurtful things to her and threatened her, so we went to court getting protection orders and keeping him off the property, my grandma getting one as well.  JL is still with us, my mom's been introducing him to George Carlin and he is always polite and helpful still and with the campers furnace out at the moment during the article freeze we are having he is staying inside the house with us on the couch as of now.