This is episode 3 of the depressing series. Episode 1 (childhood best friends) and episode 2 (grandfather) are linked. I am not doing these in any order other than when I feel like getting to them. There will be more at some point but I don’t want to do them all at once and turn this from a random blog into a depressing as all hell blog.
You can see from the title, I lost a lot all in one incident.
I need to preface this with some back story. I was really depressed after the worst break up (future episode) and some family issues (another future episode). I started hanging out with friends again and reconnected with someone, lets just call her Karen. Totally not her name. She was going to be moving out of living with her father and sister and needed a place to stay. Judging comment about someone in her late 20’s being supported financially by her father both in that location and in the new one despite having a full time job removed. The apartment above mine was going to be free. She moved in.
Move in day she met the neighbor. Lets just call him Ken. Totally not his name.
Karen and I hang out daily and have an open door policy between our apartments (it is a duplex, we left interior doors open) and everything was great for a few months. We ate dinner together, worked out together, watched movies, etc.
Ken starts coming around both of us and Karen goes on and on and on and on (you get the point) about how she doesn’t like Ken like that and doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Over and over. She asks me to step in. To stop him from trying to date her. She is very adamant about this. FORESHADOWING
So we all hang out together. I help her pick out outfits to show she isn’t interested. We eat together and become friends. All is well.
Ken starts hitting on me. At this point, I am a broken shadow of my former and current self (details will come on that in another episode) and I went along with it. I wasn’t really thrilled but I wasn’t in a place to make decisions really. We hung out. We fooled around. He left me flowers on my door step. I growled at them (he didn’t know that). It went south. I wanted to try something, he didn’t. He got mad that I apparently texted him once not that long after he got home. I wasn’t even home that day, he knew that. Sorry I have bad timing…
Throughout this there are days that Karen has her door locked. She claims it is from nightmares.
I can read people. I know situations. Karen and Ken start hanging out more and more. I talk to her and ask her not to sleep with him. She tells me they aren’t together, haven’t been, aren’t physical, not like that, etc. This goes on. I bring it up over and over. Always the same response. She promises me to tell me if anything physical ever happens when it does.
One day I go to talk to her and she flips out at me. We end up having a screaming fight about something unrelated. She calls me a liar. I don’t want to get into what this was about but rest assured, I was not the liar. She threatens my life. I left. Got in my car and started driving. Ended up going to a friends house and things got weird there which is a completely different story that probably won’t be told on this blog.
After the weekend, I decide to be the bigger person. I text her. She apologizes. We agree to talk.
That night I go up to talk to her and Karen is sitting with Ken. Tells me they are dating and have been and are getting serious. I tell them that this conversation is not for now and that we need to talk about what she said. I won’t get into the fight.
I leave her place. Lock the door.
She leaves me a terrible note saying all sorts of lies at me and telling me to get help. According to her I had an eating disorder (not true), lied about the thing we fought about (not true), and was taking too long to get over my break up (at this point it had been 6 months, she was 2 years out and still trying to work it out with her ex, I won’t get into all of that).
Once more not the point.
We all stop talking. They go off. Ken is a total 100% ass hat and jerk face whenever he sees me. Accuses me of stealing when I was cleaning out the garage that the hoarder who used to rent it used. There were 3 things in there that were hers and I had them to the side. I was hauling out things soaked in cat urine to the curb for 6 hours.
I later found out that they had been sleeping together the entire time from pretty much the day she moved in. She spread lies to my friends and told them that I had tried to steal Ken and that I knew all of this and was a terrible person. Also spread her lies included in her note.
I lost my upstairs neighbor, next door neighbor, a good friend, the guy I was kinda seeing, and the security in my home.
I regret befriending Karen. I think this was all a giant plot of hers, just not quite sure what for.