On Saturday Honeybun and I packed up most of our home. The entire downstairs is done, and we will be finishing upstairs this evening, since we get our new keys tomorrow! And not too soon.
Uncle was woeful - he didn't have money for the background-check needed for his new apartment. I paid it for him. ...Then he went and bought vodka...
Bear had come over to keep us company while we packed, and to escape from his cheating-wife for a while. Honeybun loves his brother, so we welcomed him in. Everything was fine, the three of us and Uncle chatting while Honeybun and I packed. Then, out of nowhere, Uncle shouts angrily that he's going on a walk. We thought it was odd but let him go. He came back half an hour later screaming and crying at us for "interrupting" him during a conversation. He said something rude to me, and Honeybun reminded him that I'd just paid for his background-check. He didn't care. Stomped his way upstairs and slammed his door like an infant. Later he came downstairs sobbing, trying to get us to pity him. We treated him like a toddler throwing a tantrum: by ignoring him.