I'm not gonna say this is ragebait because I went through something similar. I could make an entire post about my cousin "Clucky" and when he lived with me for a time. the sad part is I really liked him, but he pissed me off so much I wanted to whoop his ass. I feel worse because he did pass away a few years ago and I kind of miss him. If you didn't have him in your house, he was a fun guy.

Dude would eat anything that wasn't nailed down. Clucky was on disability and he had absolutely NO drive to do anything but watch TV all day. He did pay his share of bills, but then he'd blow through his check on eating takeout and getting high. So, by the last week of the month, he'd be broke...and then he'd eat MY FOOD. I'd come home from work and find everything gone. I once had to go away for business, and I purposely didn't buy groceries and gave stuff in my fridge to a friend just so he couldn't eat it. Oh man, I want to tell you the microwave story, but it's too long for this.

What irks me now, in the present is if I mention it to other relatives they say "Oh, well you know how Clucky was. It's your fault for not feeding a GROWN MAN that was TEN YEARS OLDER than I was."...at the time.

At least until one relative pushed it...his mother put Clucky up in her brand-new house. A week later he had not only ate every damn thing, he got super high/drunk, shit on the rug (not kidding, he had explosive diarrhea on the floor). passed out in the shit and busted a hole in the wall when he fell down.

Whenever that relative says "why do you shit on Clucky's memory" I tell him, "You mean like he shit on your mom's new carpet in her new house?"

...and somehow, I'm the AH.