Resisting the Impulse To Do Harm

And knowing when to cut a “friend” loose

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I spent five months thinking my former housemate and I were friends and she actually liked me. The entire time, she was playing the role she needed to play to keep her place in my house.

As someone who has been homeless in the past, who understands the feeling of desperation and shame that comes with that threat, I…