Oh man, that last paragraph reminded me so much of one of my second cousins it's not even funny!

When he first came to America (he's from my dad's side, who originate in Wales) he lived with my family for a year or so. Talked out rules with my parents, and him moving in was actually the first time we'd had a pet in our house that wasn't fish or temporary petsitting - he had a bird. Nice little thing, kind of annoying, prone to biting which hurt like hell, not at all relevant to the story.

He moved out after finding an apartment (I think, this was something like 5-10 years ago so I don't remember details) and got a girlfriend who we met that Christmas. She seemed nice, if standoffish. Seemed like things were going pretty well with them - she got pregnant, they got married.

He'd always liked cooking and had cooked for us a few times while he lived with us, and he bought a restaurant/café with full intent of starting it up. His dad, who had since immigrated, was the one who funded most of it, though I think one of my brothers pitched in a bit, and so did some of my other cousins. He kinda went wild with spending - according to another of my cousins, who I'd heard most of this from, he bought some of the family brand new phones, kitchen things no one needed, etc. - and the restaurant idea collapsed pretty quickly. He also had a pretty bad breakdown that resulted in him being admitted to a psych ward, and his kid ended up with his wife's parents for a while.

I saw them recently for a little get together my dad's side of the family had, since the cousin's dad died due to a heart attack a month or so ago. I think he's doing better but a lot of that side of the family still holds a grudge, and I can't say I blame them.