Somewhere out there is a Portland bride who blew it: "Sure, Trevor can stay with us. I don't mind." And there is Portland groom who married a gal just like the gal who married dear old dad: "Can Trevor stay with us? Pleasepleasepleaseplease oh pleeeeeeeeeease?" Why didn't you kids just rescue a dog together? It would have been much more rewarding. Now you've got an icky stink in the honeymoon cottage and only yourselves to blame.
I agree with the calling out of the self-admitting sociopath. Nothing saying narcissistic like believing so wholehearted in your are fanfuckingtastic ways that every scum-dredging action is completely forgivable. Peterpans need to grow the fuck up.