Brittni
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So I have a rather long update... Grab
and sit back. LOL. If any of you read all of it, I honestly love you -- but I love you all anyways, but still!
Thank you for the continous compassion and support. It brings me to tears! Of course it’s exhausting to go through it, but then to keep re-hashing it. I’m starting to feel the tolls on my body - physically and mentally. Almost every morning I wake up with a horrible stomach ache regardless if I eat or not and feeling sleep deprived. Also, last night I had a nightmare involved poco and chickabitch.
So nothing much has happened lately because I haven’t been at the house. However, poco and I have spoke on the phone a few times. Her asking me to come over or when I’m coming home. I thought she was being nice. I thought there was no ulterior motive. But, of course, there was...
I figured this out when I finally went back to the house last night (school started yesterday!) and saw chickabitch’s jacket on the kitchen table. I distinctly remember NOTHING was on that kitchen table the night after chickabitch had left. It was SO apparent that chickabitch has been back in the house (which mom and I figured anyways, but.) Oh yeah - and when I had gotten home and went through the backdoor, they had put my dirty dishes in a bag and threw my silverware on the ground. Really, really mature. So, I confronted poco about this when she got home shortly after me. She said that she gave me plenty of warnings about my dishes. Hello, what the FUCK don’t you understand about the fact that if I *cannot go to the house because I’m in danger/scared* then I can’t come there to do a few dishes? “Well it wasn’t all my idea,” poco said. Exactly. Because chickabitch manipulated her into doing it. “Well, she told me to clean the ones I had gotten dirty.” And as my friend you couldn’t have done the rest if they REALLY bothered you that much? Yet you can use my dishes, pots and pans, couch, etc? Mmkay, whatever...
Then I brought up the fact I knew chickabitch was in the house, but poco denied it. Yet, she had absolutely NO explanation as to why chickabitch’s jacket (which would never fit poco) was sitting on the kitchen table. That’s how it solidified the fact that she was in the house because poco just said “I don’t know how it got there. I don’t pay attention to little details like that!” Total aversion tactics.
Not going to lie...I *flipped* on poco. The stress, aggravation, etc. has gotten to me. I cussed her out and told her how much of a wh()re she is and a shitty friend and that she is beyond dumb and borderline retarded LOL... but only because if you know her you know it’s true. I admit it was harsh, but nothing works with her. She will NEVER understand where I’m coming from and thinks its all me. Well, bad move on my part to do that because then she insisted that I’m crazy and that it is all my fault. So then I got to thinking again...am I crazy? Is this really all my fault? Yes, I just yelled at my “best friend” but I never ONCE did that to chickabitch.
Then poco gets a call. Who is it? Chickabitch. I can hear the whole convo because chickabitch talks loud or poco’s phone is loud. The first thing chickabitch asks is, “Is brittni there?”... Dun dun dun. More solidifying fact that she TOTALLY has been at the house. Then poco runs off to hang out with her new best bud chickabitch. That’s fine... I have to get ready for night class, anyways.
So I get ready, walk my butt to class trying to figure out how I’m going to focus, and end up fine. It was cool to walk around campus and experience my first day of an actual university. At 8:15 p.m. class got out so I headed home. I saw a BUNCH of guys standing outside in a yard really close to mine. I got a lot of anxiety because I wasn’t sure if it was at chickabitch’s cousins house and they were gonna like harass me as I walked by, or what. It ended up being my neighbor’s house (notorious for parties) and I wasn’t worried. I neared my steps and saw 2 girls sitting on them.
... AND IT WAS poco and chickabitch!!!!!!!!!!!
I gave them a look like WTF? And poco quickly said, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHERE WERE YOU???” Like TOTALLY caught off guard that I’d be at my own house? LOL. I had class you flippin’ idiot. She thought I had left for the night, ahaha! “Oh, don’t worry, she’s called the cops, she just needs to get some of her stuff.”
Fine... I walk in the house and poco tries talking to me, telling me how disrespectful I was being. Hmm, now you know how it feels to be disrespected, huh? “But that’s different, she did it to you, not me!”...and you couldn’t stick up for me? Whatever... I just say yeah okay and leave it at that. Then she runs off to sit outside with chickabitch.
Well, I call the cops, too, just because I highly doubt they did.... Then they still are coming/going from the porch, going next door to the party, etc. I call the cops AGAIN about 9:17. And finally at 10:17 when they still haven’t came and there are 8 calls ahead of me (seriously, our P.D. SUCKS! “Well, dial 911 if she hurts you”...it takes actually getting hurt, not preventing it apparently, w/e!) I decide to leave because I don’t see them sitting on the porch anymore and I just want to go HOME.
So 3 houses down from us is a coffee shop right on the corner. Well, I turned that corner to head home and low n’ behold, poco and chickabitch are standing outside at the hookah bar talking to some guys. Don’t know if they saw me or not, don’t care. I knew they’d just go back to the house anyways...
Cops never even called me so who knows what the hell happened last night, but I had so much anxiety I couldn’t stay there. It’s to the point of my car started smelling like something was burning last night (Rationally I think it was my car phone charger in the lighter socket) and I freak out that somebody has done something to my car. I shouldn’t have to live in this kind of fear, losing sleep, feeling physically ill, etc.
It just pisses me off to no end how she can act like she can just walk around. The TRO states she can’t be within 300 ft. of me... even if she WAS waiting for an officer and “Called 3 times,” she still can’t wait within that 300 ft. That’s what the police escort is for. COMPLETE BULLSHIT
And to top it off, this morning I accidently deleted every picture on my camera... so there goes the picture I took of her last night sitting on my porch, and the labels and property of mine she destroyed, and her jacket, etc. They didn’t have time stamps on them, though, and I was trying to set my camera up to time stamp. I hit “format” and OOPS!
She’s violated this TRO like at LEAST 5 times now.... Thank god I am meeting with the lawyer tonight after work to see what he says....
Oh yeah, and I had posted an ad on craigslist to look for a new 3rd roomie because OBVIOUSLY either myself or chicka is moving. It’s inevitable. Well, I texted poco that morning to let her know that I had somebody coming by to look at the house. She texted back “UM NO.” and so I called her and asked why. She said it was too soon, that who knows what is happening, and that I don’t get to pick the roomie because I did last time and looked what happened. Actually, it was a joint decision AND she’s your new best bud so how’d I do so bad? Mhm, blah blah, just dumb@SS stuff as usual. If I’m subletting MY room, I think I can choose as I’ll be responsible for them, idiot.
Well so... the house was completely filthy. Her bra was laying in the couch, etc. when I got home. Not that it matters, but it was just gross to see how they had been living. And I say they b/c I know chickabitch has been there. They promised our landlord when we moved in they would keep it in top shape, too. Liars. But back to the point... Well the guy I had come look @ the place came over at 9. After he left, when chicka and poco were still on the porch, poco had to make it a point to come in and say “Oh, by the way, chickabitch says not to show anybody HER room. And she’s talked to Paul (landlord). And you can’t sublet to a guy, anyways, because Paul doesn’t rent to guys.”
Like...that’s 3rd party violation yet AGAIN, wouldn’t you say? Obviously harassing me and trying to get under my skin.
So she knew I was at the house, came anyways which could be considered STALKING, and used 3rd party contacts once again. Ri-fucking-diciulous.
I’m really praying for KARMA. And LOTS of it. I was sooo tempted to fuck her shit up...box cut her mattress or poor vinegar on all her stuff so it smelled bad since theoretically she wouldn’t know until after the 8th when the hearing is since SHE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE, but that’s not me and I’m the victim here...we’ll keep it that way for the sake of getting the final tro.
My mom dropped me off at work today as she needed to use my car, and she’s headed over to my house with the keys... Hopefully she will bust chickabitch sleeping there or something and be able to call the cops.
So nothing much has happened lately because I haven’t been at the house. However, poco and I have spoke on the phone a few times. Her asking me to come over or when I’m coming home. I thought she was being nice. I thought there was no ulterior motive. But, of course, there was...
I figured this out when I finally went back to the house last night (school started yesterday!) and saw chickabitch’s jacket on the kitchen table. I distinctly remember NOTHING was on that kitchen table the night after chickabitch had left. It was SO apparent that chickabitch has been back in the house (which mom and I figured anyways, but.) Oh yeah - and when I had gotten home and went through the backdoor, they had put my dirty dishes in a bag and threw my silverware on the ground. Really, really mature. So, I confronted poco about this when she got home shortly after me. She said that she gave me plenty of warnings about my dishes. Hello, what the FUCK don’t you understand about the fact that if I *cannot go to the house because I’m in danger/scared* then I can’t come there to do a few dishes? “Well it wasn’t all my idea,” poco said. Exactly. Because chickabitch manipulated her into doing it. “Well, she told me to clean the ones I had gotten dirty.” And as my friend you couldn’t have done the rest if they REALLY bothered you that much? Yet you can use my dishes, pots and pans, couch, etc? Mmkay, whatever...
Then I brought up the fact I knew chickabitch was in the house, but poco denied it. Yet, she had absolutely NO explanation as to why chickabitch’s jacket (which would never fit poco) was sitting on the kitchen table. That’s how it solidified the fact that she was in the house because poco just said “I don’t know how it got there. I don’t pay attention to little details like that!” Total aversion tactics.
Not going to lie...I *flipped* on poco. The stress, aggravation, etc. has gotten to me. I cussed her out and told her how much of a wh()re she is and a shitty friend and that she is beyond dumb and borderline retarded LOL... but only because if you know her you know it’s true. I admit it was harsh, but nothing works with her. She will NEVER understand where I’m coming from and thinks its all me. Well, bad move on my part to do that because then she insisted that I’m crazy and that it is all my fault. So then I got to thinking again...am I crazy? Is this really all my fault? Yes, I just yelled at my “best friend” but I never ONCE did that to chickabitch.
Then poco gets a call. Who is it? Chickabitch. I can hear the whole convo because chickabitch talks loud or poco’s phone is loud. The first thing chickabitch asks is, “Is brittni there?”... Dun dun dun. More solidifying fact that she TOTALLY has been at the house. Then poco runs off to hang out with her new best bud chickabitch. That’s fine... I have to get ready for night class, anyways.
So I get ready, walk my butt to class trying to figure out how I’m going to focus, and end up fine. It was cool to walk around campus and experience my first day of an actual university. At 8:15 p.m. class got out so I headed home. I saw a BUNCH of guys standing outside in a yard really close to mine. I got a lot of anxiety because I wasn’t sure if it was at chickabitch’s cousins house and they were gonna like harass me as I walked by, or what. It ended up being my neighbor’s house (notorious for parties) and I wasn’t worried. I neared my steps and saw 2 girls sitting on them.
... AND IT WAS poco and chickabitch!!!!!!!!!!!
I gave them a look like WTF? And poco quickly said, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHERE WERE YOU???” Like TOTALLY caught off guard that I’d be at my own house? LOL. I had class you flippin’ idiot. She thought I had left for the night, ahaha! “Oh, don’t worry, she’s called the cops, she just needs to get some of her stuff.”
Fine... I walk in the house and poco tries talking to me, telling me how disrespectful I was being. Hmm, now you know how it feels to be disrespected, huh? “But that’s different, she did it to you, not me!”...and you couldn’t stick up for me? Whatever... I just say yeah okay and leave it at that. Then she runs off to sit outside with chickabitch.
Well, I call the cops, too, just because I highly doubt they did.... Then they still are coming/going from the porch, going next door to the party, etc. I call the cops AGAIN about 9:17. And finally at 10:17 when they still haven’t came and there are 8 calls ahead of me (seriously, our P.D. SUCKS! “Well, dial 911 if she hurts you”...it takes actually getting hurt, not preventing it apparently, w/e!) I decide to leave because I don’t see them sitting on the porch anymore and I just want to go HOME.
So 3 houses down from us is a coffee shop right on the corner. Well, I turned that corner to head home and low n’ behold, poco and chickabitch are standing outside at the hookah bar talking to some guys. Don’t know if they saw me or not, don’t care. I knew they’d just go back to the house anyways...
Cops never even called me so who knows what the hell happened last night, but I had so much anxiety I couldn’t stay there. It’s to the point of my car started smelling like something was burning last night (Rationally I think it was my car phone charger in the lighter socket) and I freak out that somebody has done something to my car. I shouldn’t have to live in this kind of fear, losing sleep, feeling physically ill, etc.
It just pisses me off to no end how she can act like she can just walk around. The TRO states she can’t be within 300 ft. of me... even if she WAS waiting for an officer and “Called 3 times,” she still can’t wait within that 300 ft. That’s what the police escort is for. COMPLETE BULLSHIT
And to top it off, this morning I accidently deleted every picture on my camera... so there goes the picture I took of her last night sitting on my porch, and the labels and property of mine she destroyed, and her jacket, etc. They didn’t have time stamps on them, though, and I was trying to set my camera up to time stamp. I hit “format” and OOPS!
She’s violated this TRO like at LEAST 5 times now.... Thank god I am meeting with the lawyer tonight after work to see what he says....
Oh yeah, and I had posted an ad on craigslist to look for a new 3rd roomie because OBVIOUSLY either myself or chicka is moving. It’s inevitable. Well, I texted poco that morning to let her know that I had somebody coming by to look at the house. She texted back “UM NO.” and so I called her and asked why. She said it was too soon, that who knows what is happening, and that I don’t get to pick the roomie because I did last time and looked what happened. Actually, it was a joint decision AND she’s your new best bud so how’d I do so bad? Mhm, blah blah, just dumb@SS stuff as usual. If I’m subletting MY room, I think I can choose as I’ll be responsible for them, idiot.
Well so... the house was completely filthy. Her bra was laying in the couch, etc. when I got home. Not that it matters, but it was just gross to see how they had been living. And I say they b/c I know chickabitch has been there. They promised our landlord when we moved in they would keep it in top shape, too. Liars. But back to the point... Well the guy I had come look @ the place came over at 9. After he left, when chicka and poco were still on the porch, poco had to make it a point to come in and say “Oh, by the way, chickabitch says not to show anybody HER room. And she’s talked to Paul (landlord). And you can’t sublet to a guy, anyways, because Paul doesn’t rent to guys.”
Like...that’s 3rd party violation yet AGAIN, wouldn’t you say? Obviously harassing me and trying to get under my skin.
So she knew I was at the house, came anyways which could be considered STALKING, and used 3rd party contacts once again. Ri-fucking-diciulous.
I’m really praying for KARMA. And LOTS of it. I was sooo tempted to fuck her shit up...box cut her mattress or poor vinegar on all her stuff so it smelled bad since theoretically she wouldn’t know until after the 8th when the hearing is since SHE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE, but that’s not me and I’m the victim here...we’ll keep it that way for the sake of getting the final tro.
My mom dropped me off at work today as she needed to use my car, and she’s headed over to my house with the keys... Hopefully she will bust chickabitch sleeping there or something and be able to call the cops.
