Who else has been to jail? Not a little city jail, I mean a county jail. I was there for 3.5 months last year.
The entire thing was so traumatic i had PTSD just from that. First, my "friend" got me arrested. Yes I had warrants already but he didn't have to do what he did... I'd been staying at his house (and he's like 58, not my boyfriend or anything) and entertaining the f'er as he got high or whatever, and I was on too many things... Xanax, meth, Oxy (which I didn't know was Oxy, I was in so much pain from my back injury my friend put the Oxy out and said it was a weak painkiller. Well, not quite) and alcohol.
I was a wreck, granted, but he started pushing my buttons then said I "scared" him, so he called the cops without warning me, told them I had a weapon when it was only my Blackberry, and I was in a bikini with flip-flops cuz I had been getting a tan. I was walking, minding my own business outside, when four deputies threw me down while two doused me with pepper spray all over my face. I had whiplash and a concussion from that attack. (And, I found out later, a skull fracture and fluid in my brain stem...)
My "friend" then acted like he was rescuing me, and spent the next year trying to reconstruct my life, to the point where I am through with him. He's a fucking moron. I didn't used to, but I blame a lot of my problems on him, and I normally don't do that.
But I found out what kind of person he is, and he just wants to start drama at other people's expenses so he has something interesting to keep him busy. Freak.
The entire thing was so traumatic i had PTSD just from that. First, my "friend" got me arrested. Yes I had warrants already but he didn't have to do what he did... I'd been staying at his house (and he's like 58, not my boyfriend or anything) and entertaining the f'er as he got high or whatever, and I was on too many things... Xanax, meth, Oxy (which I didn't know was Oxy, I was in so much pain from my back injury my friend put the Oxy out and said it was a weak painkiller. Well, not quite) and alcohol.
I was a wreck, granted, but he started pushing my buttons then said I "scared" him, so he called the cops without warning me, told them I had a weapon when it was only my Blackberry, and I was in a bikini with flip-flops cuz I had been getting a tan. I was walking, minding my own business outside, when four deputies threw me down while two doused me with pepper spray all over my face. I had whiplash and a concussion from that attack. (And, I found out later, a skull fracture and fluid in my brain stem...)
My "friend" then acted like he was rescuing me, and spent the next year trying to reconstruct my life, to the point where I am through with him. He's a fucking moron. I didn't used to, but I blame a lot of my problems on him, and I normally don't do that.
But I found out what kind of person he is, and he just wants to start drama at other people's expenses so he has something interesting to keep him busy. Freak.