it lasted to the first paycheck...and she didn't even want him to give it to her. As you may recall, Jabber's sis was going to take 80% of Difficult Child's paycheck, and that of the girlfriend, for "rent, utilities, food", though she was then going to just save it until they got enough to get their own place, then give it all back for the deposits, etc. The first paycheck, however, was all theirs. She also insisted they get a checking account, not just the debit card that the company gave them. Why? That was his question. Why did he have to get a checking account? Because she said to. Not good enough. He wanted to explain, argue, etc., until ... he apparently got in her face, her husband objected, he mouthed off to husband who apparently grabbed him and tried to punch him. I was called immediately by Difficult Child, from a gas station down the road from sis's house. "He assaulted me! I'm probably going to be on the street. They treated me like crap. They hate me. They accused me of hitting grandpa. They kept going thru my stuff. They did my laundry and ruined my only decent pair of pants. They're unreasonable. She won't explain. She's taking all my money and won't explain why. I deserve an explanation. I was doing so well." and of course the usual: "IT WASN'T MY FAULT!" I suggested to him that perhaps BEGGARS CAN'T BE CHOOSERS! That if you are dependent on someone else to put a roof over your head and food in your belly...you DO what THEY want you to do THEIR WAY! You don't argue, you don't "explain", you don't complain! He asked for sis in law's phone number and told me he'll call and tell me if he's kicked out and if husband tries to hit him again, he'll call from jail, where he'll be after he fights back. I told him he'd sit there...period. He doesn't have to get in a fight; he can outrun a 60 year old man. So Jabber calls his sister and yep...he's kicked out. I told Difficult Child not to call her for at least an hour, to let everyone cool down...but he's kicked out, regardless. I messaged him the address and phone number of the local Salvation Army shelter...less than a mile from his job. It was bound to happen. Still makes me want to weep.