How do you choose who to trust?

if you knew someone for 6 years, spent time with them, hung out at their place...knew his friends, even his family. Knew him through 2 relationships, talked him through a major break up..would you trust him?

We did, we trusted him enough to move in with him, me, Tib and our daughter.

Any time you move in with someone, you have issues, small clashes, but that was all working out.

Up until the fucking POLICE show up with a warrant...because said friend had CHILD PORNOGRAPHY on his computer. oh yeah, videos, quite a few videos, that he was SHARING to a P2P network. and I don't mean "17 year old girl's first time" I mean movies with small children in them, one with a THREE YEAR OLD GIRL in it (for those who don't know, my daughter is going to be 3 in January)

This "friend" who is "totally gay" since Lauren "screwed him over so bad" has little girl porn on his computer!?! this fucking pervert played and being our friend, has us move in with out little girl, and he's a fucking pedophile.

He's always been so high-and-fucking mighty about another friend's indiscrecion with a teen who was old enough to say yes even if it wasn't legal, a friend who has paid his debt to society, and Rashy bad mouthes him constantly behind his back to anyone who listens, to any new furs he meets, and the little shit is sitting there with BABY PORN on his fucking computer. No wonder he made such a big deal about his computer being passworded! he didn't want us to find his fucking collection!

I am just glad, so fucking glad, that we never left her alone with him, that he never had a chance to hurt her. he'd be dead. plain and simple, he'd be dead if he had hurt her. There is no question of that, between Tib, his father, and me, he'd have not survived. Y'all think Tib's scary..you should meet his father...or see me in a full-out rage. He'd have been a puddle.

Aside from the rest of this shit, he got Tib's computer taken away, both of my digital cameras, our whole DVD collection (we had burned in the same notebooks as we had regular, and they said they had to take all of the burned disks in the house to check them all) our CDs...The cops said it'll be at least 2 weeks until there's even a chance of getting our stuff back, and it could be more then a month. Thankfully, my laptop wasn't in the house.

so, suffice it to say, we're moving out, and into our own place. Which is going to be a total pain, because when we moved we got rid of our microwave, our couches, our tables, we even gave our washer and drier to Wes's brother.

yes, this entry is very calm, very controlled. Right now I want to scream, shout, cry, break things, break people (or at least person). I want to find every fucking person who's ever known him, and tell them about this shit. I want to tell every fur who has children about this sick bastard. I want to rant about how the bitch threw fits over paying his half of the electric, how he was a petty whiner and a mooch, how he fucking didn't buy groceries, didn't offer to contribute to food but was sure he was entitled to eat what I cooked, drink our alchohol, use our fucking pain meds...but if I'm not careful, this is going to turn into a 10 page rant about the bitch, and I'd just as soon not do that, for one thing because I'm sitting here writing at 1am, and I'd like to go to bed soon without throwing up first.

I've been having to take sleep aides ever since I found out because I can't sleep otherwise