Hostess With the Mostess Psychosis

Well, well -
i was able to sleep in this sunday morning. thank you pain meds.
when i woke up all sleepy head like and walked out of my room into the living room i saw this woman i am staying with sitting on the living room floor surrounded with papers, and files.
i got some cranberry juice and went outside for a smoke and came in and pretended not to notice what it is she was obsessing about and she insisted that i read all of the print outs, the files.
when her ex husband was having an affair she broke into his computer and printed out all of his love letters to his mistress and kept a file.
for whatever reason she was obsessing on this whole file this morning.
i thought it was very bizarre.
this woman has been obsessing over her ex husband since he divorced her.
i wasn't there. i don't know what happened between them.
but after seeing this woman's psychosis i am alarmed that i am staying in her home and am seriously trying to find another place to stay.
the lawn has needed to be cut for a week. all she has to do is call the neighbor kid a few doors down. she hasn't done it. tonight she was being all dramatic about getting cited from the neighborhood about her lawn that isn't cut.
i was so fed up i calmly said 'don't be a drama queen about it. call the kid and have him cut the grass.'
she screamed and threw a flower pot at me and slammed the door.
wtf ever.
it is very difficult to bite my tongue and keep quiet so that i may have a roof over my head. its one thing that this woman is insanely unhappy - but to try to pull me into her unhappiness and try to make me agree with her insane ideals. fuck that.
its difficult enough to have have had the accident i had, the surgery and trying to recover and tying to find a job and to have to put up with some psycho woman...
oh yeah - yesterday she said she wanted to have a drink and she would pay. so i thought that would be all right. i ended up being held hostage in her fucking car for TWO hours as she drove me around hell's half acre showing me every place she and her ex husband ever lived.
finally i told her to get me a drink or take me home and ended up with a drink and then more driving and thankfully people called me on the phone and i told them what she was doing and she got home right away and hid in her room. fucking crazy.
i do not need nor want this nor has anything i have done warranted such behavior to me.
i just want a quiet, sane place to sleep.

Comments

I feel for you, buddy. That is how I feel during Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays with my family.

I hope that you do find a better roommate.
 

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