Drama Drama Drama

My sister moved out last night. She decided to go live with her psychotic boyfriend. He's bipolar, and that's only one of his problems. The bipolarness isn't even really a "problem", per se. i know plenty of people with bipolar disorder that lvie normal happy lives. It's that in conjunction with his addiction to weed, and the fact that he's a first class asshole that makes it a problem. My parents told her weeks ago if she deicded to get back togehter with Senor Douchebag, she'd be outta here. The guy has wreeked enough havoc in this house to last a lifetime. Whether she thought my parents were screwing around, I dunno. But the idiot sat my mom down last night and said she wants to see if he's changed. Sorry, but nobody changes in a month, and nobody "changes" per se anyway. They mature, grow up, but deep down they are still the same asshole they were before, only a little wiser. I don't mind that she moved out; we all will at some point. It's WHY she moved out that pisses me off. I could slap him in his face, I swear. I had to walk past him so quickly last night because the urge to whack him in the back of his head was so strong. Knowing the jackass he'd have pressed charges, so I powered walked to my bedroom and distracted myself on the computer. Hopefulyl she'll wisen up and come home and lose the moron.