I need to vent. I need to rant. I hope I dont' offend anyone --- I'm putting it in NSFW tags and filing it under "misogyny."
This happened a few years ago, and though I haven't spoken to her for more than a year, my x-girlfriend Susan still leaves messages on my voicemail as though she believes nothign has happened and that we are close friends. (I realize I need change my phone number.) These voicemails bring back the memories. Here is one that, though it didn't involve me, I still need to exorcise from my system.
And, I need to learn to spot the warning signs so that I will never get involved with someone like this again.
One warm fall day several years ago, my x-gf Susan, aka "Psycho" Suzie***, tried to run over our elderly neighbor, but thankfully, the elderly neighbor, Muriel, got out of the way in time.
***On a side note, it was one of the girls who worked at a coffee shop who nick-named her "Psycho Suzie" (behind her back). Suz would go int ehre, order some ridiculous coffee drink with about 20 modifiers to the name (eg. quadruple grande two percent hot dulce de leche latte extra caramel sauce with an EXTRA shot and whip cream), then she would scream at them if they took too long, if it wasn't hot enough, or if they talked to me or even looked at me. At least one time, Psycho Suzie called the coffee shop manager, and then district corporate headquarters , or whatever they call it, of a Starbucks where she had just gotten through screaming at a coffee girl for this. She tried to get a coffee girl fired.
Our neighbor Muriel, a sweet and interesting woman with a grandson at MIT would sometimes need little favors. She doesn't drive and buses in that neighborhood are lacking. So, one day, she comes over and asks Suzie if she'll drive her around to do some errands like get groceries. Suzie agrees on the condition that Muriel give her $10 for gas, coffee, and cigs. (Suzie is always scheming to milk money out of people). Later in the afternoon, they've finished running errands. But before heading home, Suzie wants coffee. So, they go to a Starbucks at the stripmall where they had been shopping.
Suzie asks Muriel to pay for a quadruple grande two percent hot dulce de leche latte extra caramel sauce with an EXTRA shot and whip cream, and a pack of Camel Lights. Muriel does, thinking that this is going toward the $10 she agreed to pay.
Then, they get back in Suzie's car. Still in the parking lot, Suzie asks Muriel for the $10 she agreed to pay. But Muriel was surprised. She had just spent nearly $10 at Starbucks buying Suzie that abomination of a coffee drink and a pack of cigarettes. Muriel assumed the cig and coffee went toward that and only owed $3 or $4 more. That was all that was left from the money Muriel had set aside to pay Suzie. The subsequent argument really set off Suzie.
Remember, Muriel is elderly, and like many elderly people, subsists on Social Security and a very small amount of extra money she makes on the side selling art. So, true to her nature, Suzie starts screaming at Muriel and threatens to call Social Security and turn her in for fraud for unreported income selling arts and crafts.
Then, she makes Muriel get out of the car. Muriel starts looking for a pay phone. (At this point, she's been stranded several miles from home.) Suzie, still shrieking threats and obscenities in her shrill, earsplitting voice, tries to run her down. Muriel got out of the way in time and would tell me what happened several days later. (It was not the same day she hit me with her car and landed me on the hood). Anyway, when I got home from work that day, having no idea they had gone out together earlier and not yet realizing how bad Suzie was, Suzie pretended to be the victim. She told me Muriel had gone crazy and started yelling at her for no reason earlier that day. Not only that, but Suzie told me Muriel had cheated her out of $10 gas money.
One of the things about Susan that got me when I first met her is that the crazy ones seem be more interesting. They have some kind of spark or something that I can't describe that makes them seem fascinating, gives them a sense of adventure, creativity, or something that most people don't seem to have. But Susan had all of this.
I still ask myself why. Some of the reason my bad relationship lasted as long is it did are -- youth, inexperience, and the other person being brilliant (but sadly in a diabolical way). That combined with low self-esteem and I had no idea how "normal" people should behave due to my hellish childhood. As for the meth use, I only found out that she was into that later. I thought she only smoked marijuana regularly (and any other drug very rarely.) And I was so afraid of dealing with the legal system to get a restraining order, I left town instead. Even now, I'm still mad at myself for letting it go on -- if I had known, I would have nipped it in the bud. That part of my life is wasted and pointless.
This happened a few years ago, and though I haven't spoken to her for more than a year, my x-girlfriend Susan still leaves messages on my voicemail as though she believes nothign has happened and that we are close friends. (I realize I need change my phone number.) These voicemails bring back the memories. Here is one that, though it didn't involve me, I still need to exorcise from my system.
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And, I need to learn to spot the warning signs so that I will never get involved with someone like this again.
One warm fall day several years ago, my x-gf Susan, aka "Psycho" Suzie***, tried to run over our elderly neighbor, but thankfully, the elderly neighbor, Muriel, got out of the way in time.
***On a side note, it was one of the girls who worked at a coffee shop who nick-named her "Psycho Suzie" (behind her back). Suz would go int ehre, order some ridiculous coffee drink with about 20 modifiers to the name (eg. quadruple grande two percent hot dulce de leche latte extra caramel sauce with an EXTRA shot and whip cream), then she would scream at them if they took too long, if it wasn't hot enough, or if they talked to me or even looked at me. At least one time, Psycho Suzie called the coffee shop manager, and then district corporate headquarters , or whatever they call it, of a Starbucks where she had just gotten through screaming at a coffee girl for this. She tried to get a coffee girl fired.
Our neighbor Muriel, a sweet and interesting woman with a grandson at MIT would sometimes need little favors. She doesn't drive and buses in that neighborhood are lacking. So, one day, she comes over and asks Suzie if she'll drive her around to do some errands like get groceries. Suzie agrees on the condition that Muriel give her $10 for gas, coffee, and cigs. (Suzie is always scheming to milk money out of people). Later in the afternoon, they've finished running errands. But before heading home, Suzie wants coffee. So, they go to a Starbucks at the stripmall where they had been shopping.
Suzie asks Muriel to pay for a quadruple grande two percent hot dulce de leche latte extra caramel sauce with an EXTRA shot and whip cream, and a pack of Camel Lights. Muriel does, thinking that this is going toward the $10 she agreed to pay.
Then, they get back in Suzie's car. Still in the parking lot, Suzie asks Muriel for the $10 she agreed to pay. But Muriel was surprised. She had just spent nearly $10 at Starbucks buying Suzie that abomination of a coffee drink and a pack of cigarettes. Muriel assumed the cig and coffee went toward that and only owed $3 or $4 more. That was all that was left from the money Muriel had set aside to pay Suzie. The subsequent argument really set off Suzie.
Remember, Muriel is elderly, and like many elderly people, subsists on Social Security and a very small amount of extra money she makes on the side selling art. So, true to her nature, Suzie starts screaming at Muriel and threatens to call Social Security and turn her in for fraud for unreported income selling arts and crafts.
Then, she makes Muriel get out of the car. Muriel starts looking for a pay phone. (At this point, she's been stranded several miles from home.) Suzie, still shrieking threats and obscenities in her shrill, earsplitting voice, tries to run her down. Muriel got out of the way in time and would tell me what happened several days later. (It was not the same day she hit me with her car and landed me on the hood). Anyway, when I got home from work that day, having no idea they had gone out together earlier and not yet realizing how bad Suzie was, Suzie pretended to be the victim. She told me Muriel had gone crazy and started yelling at her for no reason earlier that day. Not only that, but Suzie told me Muriel had cheated her out of $10 gas money.
One of the things about Susan that got me when I first met her is that the crazy ones seem be more interesting. They have some kind of spark or something that I can't describe that makes them seem fascinating, gives them a sense of adventure, creativity, or something that most people don't seem to have. But Susan had all of this.
I still ask myself why. Some of the reason my bad relationship lasted as long is it did are -- youth, inexperience, and the other person being brilliant (but sadly in a diabolical way). That combined with low self-esteem and I had no idea how "normal" people should behave due to my hellish childhood. As for the meth use, I only found out that she was into that later. I thought she only smoked marijuana regularly (and any other drug very rarely.) And I was so afraid of dealing with the legal system to get a restraining order, I left town instead. Even now, I'm still mad at myself for letting it go on -- if I had known, I would have nipped it in the bud. That part of my life is wasted and pointless.
