Claire CJS
20160604 1044 - Andrea (R.I.P.) moves out (the first time) - IMG_0900 - unpacked stuff
After staying up all night in fear of our physical safety, we just wanted to get the crazy threatening lady who had us both shaking OUT of our house. It had become, for us, a hostile siege.
Due to passing out drunk, and us being too scared of her to wake her up, she was hours late for work (for the job she wouldn't have been able to start without our 2000mi roadtrip, which was lsot a week alter anyway).
Instead of getting ready for work, she unpacked her suitcases and spread all her pictures around in some kind of insane pile. The intelligent, calculating part of her knew she was in big trouble, and was trying to create sympathy with some grandiose display.
It was so completely & utterly surreal & totally heartbreaking. We didn't know what to think, but it was sprinkling crazy on top of "so scary we were shaking and barracading doors", which wasn't going to help.
We were scared to stand in the same room. We spoke from the hallway,literally holding knives behind our back, after how scared we were when she reached into the knife drawer the night before. (The night before, I grabbed a pillow to block the knife, but instead she used the knife she grabbed to make food, slamming our microwave door so hard that the glass or hinges really should have broken. Carolyn & I both felt that exact same possibility flash before our eyes. She was acting insane, and admitted it later.)
As soon as she left for work (late), we basically had to re-pack all the stuff she un-packed, and re-key our self-rekeying doors. It was pretty much the worst day ever.
I'd feel bad about posting these, but she's dead. The hurt is done. This is what happened. This was foreshadowing. We saw the situation, and angrily declared how f'ed up she was. But everyone else just continued to put drinks into her hand & invite her to a neverending stream of daily alcohol-fueled parties. It's a shame we never had a real chance to try to get her to settle into a homebody non-alcoholic lifestyle. I feel like that was the last real chance for her to be saved. But realistically, it was probably too late for her by the time we met her. We knew 4 people in a row she lived with, and every one had bad things to say. We weren't the only one that ended with the police; the majority had accusations of literal crimes.
Andrea.
moving out.
blankets, pictures, pictures of pictures, pillow, stuff.
Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
June 4, 2016.
... Read my blog at ClintJCL at wordpress.com
... Read Carolyn's blog at CarolynCASL at wordpress.com
BACKSTORY: We had a feeling that the roommate situation would possibly only last for a week. This was the 2nd saddest day of 2016. R.I.P. Andrea.
20160604 1044 - Andrea (R.I.P.) moves out (the first time) - IMG_0900 - unpacked stuff
After staying up all night in fear of our physical safety, we just wanted to get the crazy threatening lady who had us both shaking OUT of our house. It had become, for us, a hostile siege.
Due to passing out drunk, and us being too scared of her to wake her up, she was hours late for work (for the job she wouldn't have been able to start without our 2000mi roadtrip, which was lsot a week alter anyway).
Instead of getting ready for work, she unpacked her suitcases and spread all her pictures around in some kind of insane pile. The intelligent, calculating part of her knew she was in big trouble, and was trying to create sympathy with some grandiose display.
It was so completely & utterly surreal & totally heartbreaking. We didn't know what to think, but it was sprinkling crazy on top of "so scary we were shaking and barracading doors", which wasn't going to help.
We were scared to stand in the same room. We spoke from the hallway,literally holding knives behind our back, after how scared we were when she reached into the knife drawer the night before. (The night before, I grabbed a pillow to block the knife, but instead she used the knife she grabbed to make food, slamming our microwave door so hard that the glass or hinges really should have broken. Carolyn & I both felt that exact same possibility flash before our eyes. She was acting insane, and admitted it later.)
As soon as she left for work (late), we basically had to re-pack all the stuff she un-packed, and re-key our self-rekeying doors. It was pretty much the worst day ever.
I'd feel bad about posting these, but she's dead. The hurt is done. This is what happened. This was foreshadowing. We saw the situation, and angrily declared how f'ed up she was. But everyone else just continued to put drinks into her hand & invite her to a neverending stream of daily alcohol-fueled parties. It's a shame we never had a real chance to try to get her to settle into a homebody non-alcoholic lifestyle. I feel like that was the last real chance for her to be saved. But realistically, it was probably too late for her by the time we met her. We knew 4 people in a row she lived with, and every one had bad things to say. We weren't the only one that ended with the police; the majority had accusations of literal crimes.
Andrea.
moving out.
blankets, pictures, pictures of pictures, pillow, stuff.
Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
June 4, 2016.
... Read my blog at ClintJCL at wordpress.com
... Read Carolyn's blog at CarolynCASL at wordpress.com
BACKSTORY: We had a feeling that the roommate situation would possibly only last for a week. This was the 2nd saddest day of 2016. R.I.P. Andrea.