I invited my long time friend to live with my husband and me after she separated from her physically abusive husband. She lived with us for about a year. She had a healthy sexual appetite and was always coming home with random guys who I’d find in the kitchen the next morning wearing a towel and rummaging through the fridge. After she brought home a steel drum player – and his entire troupe – from the Carnaval parade one year, we finally asked her to leave.
End of friendship. No great loss as far as I’m concerned.