I Thought I’d Seen It All…

Yesterday started off to be a pretty good day. The friend I drive for finally let it all out and told me what the hell was bothering him and then he felt better. Problem solved. So I drove him to work and headed home and when I got there my roommate was there and I asked if she’d like to go to the beach for a couple of hours. We don’t know how many more 85 degree sunny days we’re going to have. So we packed a cooler and our chairs and headed off to the beach. We had a great time. Just the two of us, talking and listening to music, even some teenagers got into trouble with the law.

She asked me if I would drive her to another beach later that afternoon to hear her boyfriend play before I picked up my friend from work and then on my way back pick her up. I said yes, but I needed to leave my friends house by 6 pm. She said ok. We left the beach around 3 pm to get ready. Around 4:50 pm I left to go to my friends house and told my roommate I’d see her in a few minutes. It takes 30 minutes one way to get to where she wanted to go. At 5:25 pm she calls me because at 5:20 pm I sent a text telling her to drive herself.

I know this is confusing, it is to me. She is afraid of bridges, the beach she was going to is an island. We’re leaving my friends car at his house and driving hers so we didn’t use my friends gas. BUT, bottom line when she called at 5:25 pm she was just then on her way. I had to pick up my friend, who is paying me to drive him at 7 pm and it’s a good 30 or 40 mins away depending traffic, accidents, etc., but I’m supposed to go on her schedule and be late, NO.

So, she’s kicking me out. I’m selfish, a lowlife, crazy, everyone talks about me, I use her to take me places-I pay her gas money to take me anywhere. She said I have a week to leave, which I have 90 days, but I’ll get out as soon as I can. I’m dumbfounded. All over her not being able to tell fucking time.

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Categories Bipolar, Depression, Family, PTSD, SuicideTags , , , , ,

5 thoughts on “I Thought I’d Seen It All…

    1. It is isn’t. Being bipolar I was beginning to wonder if maybe I hadn’t done something. But she’s already told this small community what a piece of shit I am. She even had the audacity to say she’d put up with my crap from the death of my husband.

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      1. That’s IT!!! I’m gonna come over there and kick her ass!!!

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  1. I love you!! But you’re going to have to stand in line lol.

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  2. WHAT!? Jeez what a b***h!!
    But, didn’t she break up with her boyfriend? Gods sake. You need to get the hell out of there.

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