The Neverending Story

Almost a week has passed, and the war of words and escalation of emotional response continues.

"I can't let him stay in the apartment - what if he damages it?"

"I can't let them use my stuff in the apartment - what if they damage it?"

"What could I do - he threatened to sue?"

"I had to get a lawyer, they denied me access to my belongings."

I want to pick them up, put them each in a corner, and tell them they can't come out until they are ready to play nicely.

Oh - and then there is the sage advice from the elder: "Stay out of the middle."

Yeah, right.