Let me start by saying it is either a friend or relative of the ex-roommate.
Nowhere in my post did I state the ex-roommates name. Nowhere.
So obviously, ex-roommate read the blog which I hoped she would so she knows to stay the fuck away from my kids and to never show her face near them or me again. It was a warning. But again, her name was never mentioned.
Ex-roommate must have called crying to people about it cuz well, that is what she does folks. She cries about a lot of stuff. Oh look, it's raining, cry. Oh look, you have to clean out the trash you piled behind your bedroom door that smells, cry.
So anyway, I get this comment from someone who says I don't know her at all. Yeah I do. I have known her for 4 years. We used to be great friends. This was the second time she lived with me of her own choosing.
Let's look at this comment shall we? And by the way, the person had the balls to say all this but used a fake email address which is par for the course with people who think they can never be traced. Hi California! How you doing tonight?
I am not trying to be rude since I don't know you, but you have to be one of the meanest people I have ever heard about. Just to let you know, your ex-roommate is one of the nicest, most respectful and responsible people I have met.
Yup, I am the meanest ever. Did she tell you that she paid no rent for the first whole month she was back here and that I paid all the bills and bought all the food for the first 4 months she was here cuz she wanted to save for a car and go to college and I was trying to help her? Probably not. And she never did buy that car or go to school.
Nicest, respectful and responsible? Are you kidding me?
She never said thanks for me paying all the bills or buying all the food or when we reserved hotel rooms for the hurricane, she never once said thank you to my sister. Ever. Responsible? Ha! What a fucking joke! This girl conned me into paying for everything because she had dreams and hopes and she never did any of it cuz funny, she was BROKE all the time. Where did all that money go? 4 months of no bills and no groceries and she made at least $1600 per month folks. I know cuz she would constantly ask me to help her budget to save for a car!!!
She has NEVER done meth!! I cannont believe you would ever slam someone so hard like that on the internet.
She moved back at the end of June and moved out at the beginning of April. From June to January, she was the girl I knew. She was kind and helpful and friendly. Something happened and changed her. Something big. Her skin on her arms became a picking fatuation 24/7, she had an odor that wasn't BO. I am a former drug user. I know stoned and fucked up when I see it folks. She had a drug problem but you weren't here. You didn't see her change. You didn't hear her coming in at all hours all fucked up, you didn't see the random nosebleeds a few times a month for no reason whatsoever. You don't know what happened here at all.
Maybe if you had taken the time to get to know her you would understand her. She did not wrong you. You wouldn't calm down enough to just listen to what she wanted to talk to you about.
I did know her. I was "her best friend" in her own words. I did listen to her all the time. I listened to her constant party stories and bar stories and stoner stories all the time. I listened to her bitch about her family and friends all the time. She would never listen. How many times did I have to tell her no drugs in my house? At the end, no, I wasn't calm. She was coming in at 3,4 and 5 am during school testing and slamming all the doors waking my kids up. I could not remain calm in a situation like that. My kids come first. ALWAYS!
I am sorry that your life is so miserable that you have to have a web site to talk about your existence doing laundry and cleaning rugs and being mean to someone. SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YOU!
I'm doing rugs because my house flooded and laundry for the same reason. We used every towel we have to clean it up. I had to clean and remove a whole rooms rug because of water damage and funny, the smell of drugs went with it.
She wouldn't do that to me?? Are we talking about the same girl???
I know more things about ALL her friends and family than anyone should. Don't believe me? Let's see, who should I start with, Ashley, no, maybe Amber or how about Holly or better yet, how about her mother and sister? Believe me, when she was mad at someone, she sure as hell made sure everyone within ear shot knew exactly every single wrong they had ever done in their whole lives. I could tell you every single thing her sister has ever done but no, she never would talk bad about anyone. *rolling eyes so far back in my head I might fall over*
Why don't you do something productive like invite Jesus into your heart and do good for your community. Enjoy your Sarasota life, mean cold hearted person. How can you live with yourself like that?
Um, no thanks on that first one. Been there, done that, got a lousy t-shirt.
I do enjoy my life very much. It could be better but I have a wonderful family, amazing and supportive friends whom I would trust with my life and have never ever fucked me over the way she did. No one would ever treat my kids the way she did being so disrespectful when she knew they had testing all week. No one. None of my friends would have ever let them watch a drug reference movie 7 times without allowing me to watch it first, funny guy on HBO or not. I should have been allowed to watch it privately first and decide for myself if they could watch it.
This mean, cold hearted person tried to help her. I did everything I could for her from paying all the bills and buying all her food to setting up her bed on risers, helping her move furniture, setting up her tv and vcr, taught her how to hang shelves, made her part of my family during the holidays so she wouldn't feel so homesick. She was a member of this family. She went everywhere with us and was treated like a sister by both me and my sister and my kids, she was an aunt to them, until she changed.
But you don't know anything that happened because you weren't here. You don't know what I know, what I saw, what my kids saw, what we heard, what we were part of in her vendettas against her family. You have no idea who she is today. All you know is how I shit on poor, poor *****.
How can I live with myself?
Very, very well. My kids no longer have to deal with that type of influence in their lives anymore.
I sleep very well at night knowing my house is locked up securely and that I won't wake up in the morning to some guy in the bathroom who is still drunk. I don't have to deal with people sitting in my driveway drinking at 3am or smoking dope. I don't have to deal with someone who had nothing but booze in her room all the time and was constantly drinking and offering to make my kids virgin drinks.
I live with myself very, very well because my kids come first and I did the right thing no matter what she has told you.
I did what I could for her and when I said no more free ride, I became the meanest person you have ever heard of.
I'll gladly wear that title in this situation.