So, they say the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results....
Do
they say WHEN one finally learns to stop the insanity?? I have this
"need" to "save" everyone and it gets old. I seem to try to "save" the
wrong people, too. It's a trait that I have...to be nurturing, that
is...and I like that I have...BUT WHEN WILL I LEARN???
The
EX-SO is back in jail...and I STILL feel the need to "take care of
him" because no one else will...an acquaintance has an issue with his
deranged GF and needs a place to stay for a few days. So, he is a good
guy in my mind so I say okay. He has nowhere else to go, right??? Oh,
and he brought along his "sidekick" who is someone with whom I cut off
all contact about 6 months ago....and here he is again. So, the wounded
man and his sidekick stay a few days in my home and are "so grateful"
and "want to help" with bills, etc. So, I start to ask myself...is this
temporary respite heading towards a more long-term arrangement?? I
don't think it's been discussed...at least with me...so I start to pay
attention to the details. Yep, it LOOKS as if there is a potential
"plan"' in the works on their part to make this more than just a
temporary stay. However, a kink in the plan happened last Friday. She
is a 90-lb, sickly looking little thing that SHOWED UP ON MY DOORSTEP
around 8am. It started with her incessantly ringing the doorbell and
knocking to a whiny, cat-like squeal of how much she needs him (the
wounded man). Wounded Man (WM) is not anywhere close to the completion
of licking his wounds so he decides to NOT answer the door and wants
everyone to "be quiet" so she will go away. Well, she apparently
doesn't want to go away and the male of the "posse" who brought her is
BEGGING for WM to "take her off of his hands"...wow. So, I let it go on
for a few UNTIL I realize the sickly girl with an apparent staph
infection on her face is going to continue whining like a cat in heat
outside of my front door...so I threaten her with cheesecake and
Neosporin...she leaves. LOL...well, not really cheesecake and Neosporin
but my point is made. Later that day, she returns so WM HAS TO GO. It
was already a hectic day, and her reappearance happened WHILE THE CABLE
GUYS WERE HERE...yeahhh. So, "Sidekick Guy" (SG) attempts to mediate
the situation because the female in the posse that delivered the sickly
package is on his "To Do" list. Matters just get worse so I not so
kindly and not at all gently warn "Sick Girl" that she needs to get her
scrawny ass out of my front yard and that WM will meet her across the
street in "Posse" vehicle...or perhaps at the nearest McDonalds??
LOL...she ran off crying like the little bitch she is (literally).
Meanwhile, WM refuses to come out of my house to "handle" his scrawny
one. SG is trying to mediate/impress female in posse. With all of the
in and out traffic, my THREE DOGS get out and decide to venture over
into the neighbors' yards. They split up so it gave them each more time
to investigate. So, while I try to collect my dogs, divert the scrawny
one away from my house, and deal with the cable guys, my EX-SO decides
to call from his new "home" located in Del Valle, TX. He, of course,
has needs that apparently only "hearing my voice" can resolve for the 10
min conversation...so I attempt to be nice because I really don't care
how miserable he is...he didn't care about how he made my life so
miserable, now did he?
The
call finally ended...SG finally convinced WM to go sit in Posse's
vehicle across the street and talk some sense into psycho and seriously
near-dead looking GF. YES! Wait...before they can exit, the doorbell
rings AGAIN! It's a sweet, elderly lady that I just KNOW is about to
complain. Here we go.... But, thankfully, she just wanted to discuss
the possibility of one of my male friends helping her move the following
morning...and wants to do it right in front of the front door...so that
no one can leave without having to ask her REPEATEDLY to move. Good
times! The cable guys complete their work, give me a reassuring look
that things can only get better, and the dogs are all collected and
safely playing in their own backyard. I realize that I am hungry so
make my escape to go get some grub before anything else can happen. I
return and everyone is gone. SWEET!!
About
15 min later, though, WM and SG return to fill me in and thank me for
everything but are bidding adieu to avoid any future trouble for
me....it's about fucking time! So, hugs and thanks...yeah, yeah...and
the much needed departure finally happens! But, wait, ONLY WM is
leaving...SG asked to stay in order to help elderly neighbor move in the
morning because he "really needs the $50"...well I REALLY NEEDED him to
go. But, as usual, my mouth starts running before the brain can catch
up and out spewed "Sure, no problem". WTF?!?
The
next morning, I get up to drop him off at said meeting spot and return
home to sleep...or so I thought. I could go into detail about the two
other "sleep disturbances/nuisances" I had but am exhausted once again
from the emotional "re-living" of everything. SG comes back and
immediately wants me to take him to spend his new-found $...nope! So,
he bugs me for awhile and then apparently took off walking. He came
back later...was still pouting when I finally decided to act like I
cared...and then got mad and left again when I told him that I was not
going to be a part of his plan to "make some fast money". My roommate
and I quickly celebrated his departure and then go to our separate rooms
to go about our day. I am freshening up in my bathroom when SG is
TALKING TO ME...WHAT?? How did he get back in??
And
this is tiring me out, so the end result was SG pulling another swift
move on me! He and some of my $ disappear...again...so I left him
downtown knowing that he would only be broke again the following
morning...so at least he was already downtown near the homeless
shelter...lol.
I'm pooped....
Sarah
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