We traveled back to the old house to pack up a bunch of crap in preparation for moving the rest of the furniture. I had told Ferb not to bring his girlfriend (choke) to our house anymore. You know, the woman who used to be his teacher just 2 1/2 months ago but is now jobless and in a funk about ruining her life. We immediately knew she had been there. How, you ask, could you possibly tell? This time she used my make-up. Left it out on the bathroom counter. I texted Ferb and had him come over to pack up the rest of his belongings. We explained to him that we were changing the locks on the house, and he is no longer to come there unless we are there with him. I charged him $50 to repair the holes he punched in his wall. He had to pay $373 to repair his sister's computer which he broke. After he left, I discovered that he also broke the windowsill. It feels so good to finally have him out. I am sick of the lying, deception, the anger and the messes. He left us a sink full of dirty dishes. His room was full of trash. And yes, RN, someone had used my toothbrush again. I also got a phone call from a relative who had heard the rumors about his liaison. She was trying so hard to find a kind way to tell me about this awful rumor about Ferb and his teacher. She is very worried about him. Aren't we all?