I’ve known this woman for over 20 years. We’re not really good friends but I’ve seen her once a month for that whole time with not more that a 8 months break. We’re the same age and both transplants to this area so we have some things in common
She called me recently needing some help with moving away form this area and back with her family and I am glad to help because I think it’s a good move for her. I helped her move her belongings to her storage shed, then she’s staying at my house until I drive her 5 hours away to the train station on Saturday.
Did I mention she is a drug addict? I recently found this out even though it explains a lot about different things I never knew it.
After we moved her stuff she tells me that her drug dealer is looking for her because she owes him money and that he keeps calling her and so do all her druggie friends. Yeah, great.
Then she asks me to drop her pet off at the shelter because she can’t bear to do it. I ask her to call the shelter to arrange this and she tells them that the pet was abandoned with her by an old roommate and she gives them my name and address as being the roommate. She hopes “I don’t mind” that she told them this.
Hell yes I mind and I told her so. Fuck her. I called the shelter and told them exactly what’s going on with the pet and arranged a time for me to drop it off.
Then we’re trying to arrange a way for her to get her pet from across town. She already said she was borrowing her loser friend’s car to do another errand so I say “Why don’t you use friend’s car to get your pet?” Her answer: She’s not comfortable doing that because she doesn’t have his permission to use the car for this purpose. Fuck that too.
AND this person knows where we live, knows she’s staying with us and is known by/ connected to all her druggie friends.
Anyway. I have to take my own pet to the vet before I take her’s to the shelter. I hope she doesn’t sell her train ticket for drugs, I should have taken it from her.
And now I have to spend a whole night worried that her drug dealer will find out where she is tonight.
You’re going to get stuff stolen while she lives with you. You know that, right?
I may not hate the person, but I hate the addict’s personality. The lying straight to your face is probably the hardest. You’ll find them passed out, empty bottle in their hand, and they’ll deny they were drinking. “I was just sleeping and you put this bottle in my hand!” Sheesh
Put her in a motel room. It will cost you less in the long run, because she WILL take everything that’s not nailed down. And if she thnks that “not being comfortable” doing stuff is a valid excuse, just say that you’re not comfortable with her staying at your place. And have her surrender her ticket. Tell the motel that you are ONLY paying for the single night, and she’s responsible for all damages. She’ll steal the hairdryer and coffeepot and towels, but you’ll still be better off.
Or just tell her that your plans have changed and you can’t put her up. You do NOT owe her anything. If you have to give her some excuse, tell her that you’re so pissed about her saying that you’re her roomie that you can’t bear to be around her. You DO NOT owe her a ride, or a room.
Wow. Yes, I made this mistake 10 years ago helping a “friend” who was being evicted from his appartment for not paying rent. He went from Dating a succesful dentist, driving a BMW, and being a succesful pastry chef to losing it all.
I let him move in for a while and almost immedeately started getting late night calls from his dealers telling me he owed them money. It was scary. Then I start getting calls from Men saying that they were looking for him because he had failed to show up to their “appointments”. I assumed then he was also turning tricks for money.
Finally, after one horrible week, I was able to get in contact with his sister in Arizona. She wired him some money so he could purchase a plane ticket home.
Wrong move.
He claimed he missed his flight, but I’m certain he used the money for drugs.
It took his sister to fly to San Francisco to practically drag him to the airport.
Three months later, I heard he hanged himself in his parent’s bathroom.
Yes, I am not leaving her alone in the house. Last night she went out and said she probably wouldn’t come back until morning so I hid the major stuff in case she came back. The dog barks whenever anyone comes anywhere near the house so I knew she wouldn’t be able to sneak in.
I don’t know if she’s going out tonight, I hope so because she’s annoying the hell out of me with her hyperness and twitching.
The only reason I’m doing this is because there’s a definite end and it is only for two nights. No matter what, tomorrow morning she’s out of here. She came home totally high (I think) this afternoon.
When I told her I made the appointment to drop the pet off she called back and said she did something with it already. I think she knows that if I talked to the shelter that I told them exactly what was going on. So, I canceled my appointment. She told me she took it into a vet office and left it. I don’t know.
Sheesh. Talk about twitchy. She keeps yanking her head over to the side really fast and picking on her face then wiping her fingers on my sofa blanket.
One more day. I forgot to mention that her family sent her money for a moving truck and gas but she blew it all on drugs.
Sheesh. I would almost wish you some sleep tonight, but if I was you I think I would be happier to stay awake and get serious sleep once she’s gone! Though if the dog barks that’s reassuring to have an “alarm” to wake you if needed. Though nothing will stop her from sneaking out with a bunch of stuff if you’re sound asleep. Sorry if that makes you paranoid! You’re a far nicer person than she deserves. I hope you don’t get the raw end of the deal.
I’ve a sister like that. After my parents adopted the policy of sending the money directly to her landlord, or her doctor, or whatever, the requests diminished. Didn’t end, just got fewer and got smaller.
I think she’s making arrangements to go out. She doesn’t have a car so she has to wait to hear from other people. She was texting like mad while we were watching TV. I need to sleep or I won’t be able to drive tomorrow.
I’m a little paranoid but I’ll put everything worth anything in my room. Our TV’s are crap and I’ll do something so the desktop computer makes a loud noise if moved. It’s in a lockable desk if I can get the lock to work. Oh, yeah, I’ll put the car keys in my room too.
I’m a little worried because she’s diabetic and has had about eight cans of regular soda today and a lot of other sweet things. Is this a way of relieving her craving for coke? Or meth? I don’t know. She admitted to coke but her face is a mess and she keeps picking at it.
Oh GOOD, she needed another complication. If she doesn’t compensate for that extra sugar, she might get hyper, and then get very sluggish. If she acts drunk, it might be because her blood sugar is too high, or it might be because she’s actually drunk. It’s POSSIBLE for her to go into a diabetic coma, in which case you’ll need to call an ambulance. Don’t try to treat her at all, just call an ambulance if she really seems bad off.
I think that her drinking soda isn’t a way of trying to manage the cravings, it’s just that she has very poor self control and she WANTED those sodas, so she drank them.
It’s good to know some symptoms, though I’ll be freaking out every time she dozes off. We’ll be in the car all day so I’ll be fairly sure she hasn’t had anything to drink if she does start acting drunk. She has passed out from high blood sugar before.
I haven’t seen or heard from her yet this morning but I know she was still alive at some point after midnight because the last cupcake is gone.
More of a chump you mean. That’s what I feel like anyway. I was somewhat looking forward to the drive before the cat thing and all of her withdrawal symptoms started annoying me.
