Over the last 8 and a half months, I have been mentally and financially abused by someone who i thought was a friend. I will not mention names nor their gender for fear of them trying to sue. There are three people involved in this story: The Abuser/Bum, the Fool, and myself. This is how I'm referring to them.
All of this started when all three of us needed a place to live. I suggested that Abuser and Fool move to my home town. They agreed, and I began looking for places to rent. Eventually, I found one that we all agreed on. The rental company pulled a couple of fast ones on us, sold our original place out from under us, and then gave us the wrong move in date. There was a rush to get Abuser down to my home town from where they had been living, only to find out our place isn't ready. So they had to stay with my mother and I, sleeping on a camping cot at the end of my bed. The first few weeks went by smoothly. Then the Abuser began to get entirely too comfortable and hit my nephew's ESA dog in the face with a twelve pack of soda, which they'd never apologized for. This angered my mother and she became very short with them. I forgot to mention that I had also gotten them a job at my work place where they began to make waves with the other employees, and they even tried to get my mother fired after I asked them not to.
Eventually, move in day came. We had to wait 4 hours after our scheduled move in time because the place wasn't ready. After we finally got most of the necessities moved in, we settled in for the night. At this point, Abuser had quit the job I had gotten them, forcing me to take out a payday loan to make ends meet, buy food and household necessities, and do laundry at the laundromat All while they did nothing. After a few weeks, Fool finally made it to our little house. They pretended not to see or acknowledge Abuser's bad behavior. This continued for months, as did the refusal of Abuser not getting a job to help out with bills. In order to make sure that the bills were paid, I had to put my own personal bills on the back burner and take out payday loans every two weeks in addition to working 4-5 double shifts every week. This took a serious toll on my mental health. During all of this, Abuser had sat at the house, not bothering to unpack or clean, causing us to end up with a mouse. After a massive argument, Abuser left with Fool to go out over the road while they worked, leaving me at a filthy house that had yet to be unpacked.
During the time they were gone, I cleaned and unpacked most of the house, setting it up so it would feel more like a home. During my time alone, I was able to keep the house spotless, caught and disposed of the mouse, and kept the bills low. When Abuser and Fool came back home from over the road, they trashed it and undid all of my hard work. Naturally, I was furious.
Fast forward a couple of months and I notice that both of my pets are skiddish and terrified of Abuser. Both of my pets are very friendly and cuddly so this behavior is very strange. I leave for work one day and come back to a hole in my bathroom wall that is the perfect shape and size as the pump on my conditioner bottle. I would like to not that I always keep it in a little red shower caddy and it would have been impossible for my dog to launch it at himself. Angry, I confronted Abuser about it, and they denied, spouting blame on my dog. After that, I never asked them to look after my pets while I was at work. As time went on, my pets both became even terrified to leave my bedroom unless I was with them. After another house argument, I left for home again, taking my pets. Unfortunately, our reprieve didn't last long as Abuser and Fool once again left to go over the road.
I returned to the house to keep and eye on things and my pets returned with me. All was well for a few weeks until they returned, once again the house was in a constant state of disarray, my pets terrified, and myself confined to my bedroom with them to provide comfort to them. It became glaringly obvious that I was not welcome in the house I'd found for us. And it became glaringly obvious that if I spoke ill of Abuser to any of our "friends" that they would all side with them, stating I was the problem. That I was the lazy one.
Then, this past Monday everything came to a head.
Abuser finally got a job but is refusing to pay their portion of the bills (rent, electricity, gas). They complained that they were sick, hadn't slept in 34 hours, and were angry that I didn't clean up the mess that they had made. They badmouthed me to our "friends", saying how living with me made them want to unalive themselves, how I was this awful money hungry person and a liar.
The unaliving comment is a trigger for me, as I had been the first in my family to find out my sister had unalived herself. I called my mother and asked her to come and get me, after Abuser went into their room. When i got off the phone with her, I texted Fool, and told him that Abuser could stay and that I would leave since I am the problem. Fool called us and demanded an explanation. Abuser gave their side and interrupted me when I tried to give mine. Abuser once again made the unaliving comment, triggered, hurt, and angry I yelled at them not to say that. They went nuclear, and screamed at me. Afraid that they'd come through my bedroom door and hurt me, I began packing. I called my mother and begged her to come and get me. K have been sleeping on her couch since.
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