Here's the story. About a year ago I met this girl who was a "friend" of one of my ex boyfriends. Well she was really sweet, a fun person to hang out with. And a good friend. I trusted her and enjoyed spending time with her. A few months after I met her my ex boyfriend decided he did not want to be friends with her anymore (he had known her for years) and he basically wrote her off. I thought it was strange but at the time my motto was, well look at the source. I trusted her more than I trusted him. So I thought good riddens. Well, she was having problems with her boyfriend about 6 months or so later, they ended up breaking up and he (her boyfriend) asked her to move out of his house. Well, me, seeing a friend in need. Jumped to the rescue. And though I was completely comfortable staying with my mom (for free) I offered to move out with her since she really had no place to go. A month or so before we moved in I just got a really bad feeling about it. My three best girlfriends kept telling me not to do it, and that is was a bad idea. But I am stubborn and I did it anyways. So we moved in together. And from day one things started getting rocky. Aside from major personality flaws such as being; rude, bossy, abrasive, loud, dirty (really she rarely bathes), selfish, arrogant, nosey, superficial, a slut, manipulative, and irresponsible. She is a pathological liar. I have never met anyone that scares me more than this yotch. She has her BA from Fullerton, went to culinary school, broke wild mustangs for 4 years, grew up in Sweden/ etc.. All of these things that I thought were a little far fetched but who am I to question right? Later, I find out that she never really did any of these things. Her friends did though. She will even tell me stories about her classes at Fullerton, her teachers/ etc. How she misses breaking horses, telling me stories about the people she worked with. And she has NEVER stepped foot on the Fullerton campus, and I doubt she has ever ridden a horse. These thigs are irrelevant but I can’t handle someone looking me in the eye and telling me something that absolutely never happen as if she was telling me the sky was blue. So I am fed up. I can’t take it anymore. I avoid going home to a place I pay $750 a month to live in. So I sent her a text Monday morning telling her she needs to be out in a month. She keeps asking why why why. I really don’t want to get into it with her. I don’t see a point in fighting for hours and hours about why exactly I don’t like her. All of the things she did wrong, everthing she did to upset me/ etc. I don’t want to cut her down and hurt her, I just want her to leave. So tomorrow she wants to "talk about it" Basically I already have someone else moving in next month. The end result is going to be the same. I don’t understand what talking about it is going to solve. Does that make me a horrible person? That I can just walk away from her? After she "loved me so much"? Most people know I am not happy with my situation. And when I tell them what I did they act like I am some deamon. They say, well what is she going to do? HOW IS THAT MY RESPONSIBILITY?? I’m not her effin mom, I don;t give a flying fuvk what she does. As long as she doesn’t do it under my roof. What should I do?? I haven’t been home all week, and I see her tomorrow.