Enjablog

Day 3: Sunday, 8/21/2005
After lunch with BFF, Rain, and Ian, the girls decided they wanted to meet this terror. We all head over to the house, since I need to pick up a few things anyway. I had planned to make a cheesecake, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anymore.

I show everyone around the house. Show them the empty scholarship room. We go down to the basement and the first thing BFF notices is the smell: armpit. I do introductions, we grab a DVD, and head back upstairs. They sit down to play Sorry while I go around collecting my things. I notice that the trash bag under the table that I had tied off has been opened and more trash deposited, there are aluminum cans in the trash, and I can’t find my cheesecake ingredients in the fridge.

I go downstairs and ask ScholarshipWinner if she has seen the ingredients I need.

“Yeah, I put it away in a drawer. It was in the way.”

“Ok… And have you seen my tofu from the night before?”

“Oh, I ate that. hahaha…” (And picture that as the Janice laugh from Friends.)

Why, exactly, is that funny? I wish I could more descriptively show how she sounded when she said that. At this point, she is just being a really unpleasant person. I mean, I’ve lived with other people before. I’ve never had to label food. I’ve never had a problem with eating someone else’s food or them eating mine. It would be one thing if she had asked, or offered to replace it, or even asked when I was going to the grocery store next so she could get some of her own food or pay me back. But no. There was no asking. There was no consideration or respect. She saw something she wanted and decided it was her right to take it.

I don’t even know why I’m surprised, but I am, again, stunned at her gall. I walk away with her laughter behind me. I start emptying the fridge, intending to drop off the food at my parents’ place for them to enjoy while I’m gone. Find that she has already eaten half of the fried rice that my grandmother made Saturday afternoon. Unbelievable. I haven’t even really had another meal chance to eat it and it’s already gone.

I go upstairs to grab a few more things with Rain, while Ian goes downstairs to have a little chat with ScholarshipWinner. He explains in very simple terms that the food that she has been eating had shown up after she had arrived and it belonged to both him and me. She should not be taking other people’s things without asking because that’s stealing. She comes back with, “Get the hell out of my face, Junior.” And, “You fucking mutt!” To which he calmly reiterates that things that she brings into the house are hers, and things that are already here are most likely not hers, so taking those things would be considered stealing. She says that they weren’t labeled and Sonny assured her that she was welcome to everything

No Retreat, No Surrender movie

My Daughters Secret movie

Hellboy hd A Far Off Place film in the house. So, get the hell out of her face, etc. etc. More yelling and derogatory remarks. Eventually, to appease Ian and so she can go back to watching TV, she says that it won’t happen again. He walks away and BFF can hear her muttering profanities under her breathe for a while after.

My parents stop by a little while later. My mom goes downstairs to offer ScholarshipWinner some cherry tomatoes and chat with her. They come up a few minutes later so ScholarshipWinner can take off her shoes. Apparently, she had seen everyone else taking off their shoes at the doorway, had even asked about it when we arrived the first night, but didn’t know if it was a requirement. I guess she needed her shoes on because the house is so filthy. They head back downstairs.

I’m about done gathering my things and we finish up the game of Sorry. Ian goes downstairs and talks to ScholarshipWinner one more time while my mom is present. This time, she’s very polite and apologizes for before. She didn’t see any label on the food, so she figured it was hers to eat. Ian asks her what’s going on because she’s being very polite right now, but just 15 minutes earlier, she was yelling profanities at him and calling him a mutt.

“That’s because you are a mutt!” Obscenities, derogatory remarks, etc.

This time, all in front of my mother… With a really benign provocation. Sketchtastic.

The girls and I say our goodbyes to my parents and head out.

Throughout the rest of the day, all permutations of phone calls between Yenny, Sonny, my parents, and me. I tell my brother that it is now past the point of open hostility. She has demonstrated that she cannot even maintain her fake, nice act in front of our parents anymore. There is some serious mental disconnect in her brain. I will not live in the house as long as she is there.

This is his thing, it’s his house, and the decision is his to make. I have called him a half-dozen times in the past 48 hours, compared to that many phone calls in the last 18 months, at best. I have lived there and taken care of the house and really haven’t bothered him with much of the details or the handful of roommates who have been through. There were some minor annoyances that I may have mentioned, but nothing that I didn’t handle or take care of on my own. I have never, ever reacted this way to anyone before. I have never had to ask my parents for help because I was scared of someone.

I may have my faults and I may love gossip and drama, but my exaggerated stories don’t get this far out of hand. The things I pretend are so out of character for the people I know, it seems ridiculous to me that they might be construed as believable. The things I make up are amusing to the people involved.

This is not.Fired Up buy