opening the door
to an old friend, who begged me to let her in as her recently-dumped boyfriend was threatening to beat her up.
i really should have known better.
i took her in, fed her, clothed her and gave her a shoulder to cry on. i offered to go to the police with her to see about pressing charges against her ex, but she said she'd rather just let it go. it wasn't long before i found out why.
word quickly got back to me that he'd been the dumper, not her. he'd caught her maxing out his credit cards and, when he confronted her, she'd thrown a massive wobbly and trashed his house. realising what a nutbar she was, he kicked her out. she'd gone to the police and reported him for assault, of which she had not a shred of evidence. seems she was well-known to the police for making accusations against boyfriends, so how she wasn't arrested for wasting police time, i don't know.
now, being an old school friend, i didn't want to believe she was capable of such utter nasty fuckwittery, so i grudgingly gave her the benefit of the doubt.
i finally saw the light when she got pissed and tried to talk me into setting fire to his house, just to get back at him. yes, she was willing to torch his home, with him possibly still inside, just for petty revenge. i asked her to leave my house immediately and gave the police a call. last i heard, she was under psychiatric evaluation for bipolar disorder or somesuch. just as long as she keeps well the fuck away from me.
bitch be crazy.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 1 Mar 2013, 15:44, Reply)