Hi guys, some of you may remember me from years ago. I am back and with a heavy heart. For those of you who have been here for a long time may remember Maria, otherwise known as Fweeps. She used to play a large part in the community and her and I developed a strong bond that continued even though we both have long since been gone from the site other than occasional pop ins. Maria took her life on January 6th 2020. She actually left me a letter along with letters to her family so her family had to search from California to me in Ohio. They found me over fb due to my many comments on there and posts I’ve left her during her dark times. She had a long time battle and had so many attempts. Unfortunately the last time she was successful. She was like a mother to me since mine did not know how to be one and since my grandma passed I had no one left, but Maria. I know I’m late in informing you all of this but I felt out I needed to share as I, myself, am missing her a great deal lately. Posting this in memory and honor of Fweeps. 💔
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Fweeps
- Thread starter Animosity
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Well the destruction of my life began about again in about July. Since I have been here I have been an addict and now have been in recovery for 3 years. I had a lovely 1 bedroom apartment that I left to help my "friend" out. She had been living in a sober living situation and had been sober for 1 year. We would hang out and have overnights all the time together and she was doing great! So, I decided to offer to start and apartment for the two of us so she could have more freedom than just 1 weekday overnight and 1 weekend overnight and a curfew. She had proved to me that she was ready. So we did. MISTAKE #1. I started it all with my money and she was to gradually pay me half of that back overtime. So we moved in on July 7th. by July 10th, her and her toxic ex from out of state had gotten back together and she was at my house. No one asked if she could stay. Finally after two weeks I was asked if she could stay. I told her that I felt like at this point I had no choice but to let her move in because all of her stuff was already here. MISTAKE #2. They never once contributed to rent, utilities, or anything for the house that we would all use commonly such as toilet paper and paper towels and things like that. She kept going in for her first day of work and there was always a reason the job never worked out. Then one day, I get a call from her mother asking me if I knew if she had relapsed. I did not. I messaged her and asked. She said yes, but not to tell her mom because she had it in control. MISTAKE #3. She didnt have it under control. Her GF then relapsed along with her. From there, it all goes downhill. My friend wrecked her gfs car, said she was hit while parked on the side of the road. Obviously that was not the case because the damage was done to the passenger side of the car. She then began to threaten to kill herself over and over and over again, so I called for a wellness check. MISTAKE #4. it all backfired in my face and I told the officer that it would. I told her as soon as she left, this girl is gonna go crazy on me because I called. The officer asked her not to retaliate and told me if I needed them back to just call. At this point, they had never signed the lease, never paid the bills, so I was tired of the BS. I asked my landlord to help me get them out. He told me to have the police do it. the police would not. I had to serve them a 30 day eviction notice. They then took off and left for the gf family for 5 days. Said they would be back for their stuff. 5 days later they texted and told me that they were going to be coming back home that they were staying in a trap house and theres no reason they should do that when they have a perfectly good place to call home. I told them that the eviction still stands. They came home during the night sometime. AS SOON AS I WOKE UP. They immediately said they were calling the police on me? I said and for what? they said I had attacked my friend in the night and her head indeed was busted open and bleeding. As they were on the phone they were giving a play-by-play of lies. "oh shes in my room and shes taking stuff" I was not, so I left and went outside. They then locked me out of my own apartment. I called the cops as well, knowing full well it was 2 of them vs one of me. I had called my mom to be on video chat with me since they were claiming was false. When I was outside it was "oh shes in my car, she taking stuff from my car" at that point I was already walked halfway down the street to put distance between them and I. She then started to record and claim I was running from the police. When they arrived I walked back up and strictly told them my mother is not getting off the phone with me and that I dont feel safe. I had to show them my fitbit that I had been asleep til literally 2 minutes before they arrived and that it wasnt possible that I had attacked her. They believed me. At the end of it all, I was asked to leave. my friends gf had had a "seizure" (fakest things ive ever seen in my life and only happen when they are convenient to either blame someone else for them or get out of doing something she didnt want to do) So since she was taken by squad and my friend had nowhere else to go she got to stay. They cops stayed while I packed my belongings because at this point I decided that I was done and didnt care, that I was leaving for good. I took all my expensive and valuable items. I had nowhere to go either, but an entire state away. So i drove. and drove til I made it. There I just ended up in a worse situation with another "friend" that put my beloved job in jeopardy because she was a past employee at my job and went to a different office to work and was out to destroy mine so my boss wanted me to go work from somewhere else (I work from home) so I came back to my original state expecting to have to go to a homeless shelter and station myself in the office that I came out of before work from home was a thing. a friend has offered me a place to stay as temporary. Very temporary. long enough for me to get a place on my own. While I was out of state I tore my acl in my right knee. After two acl surgeries on my left side and now needing a knee replacement on the left side, I have no way of walking. I see my surgeon officially tomorrow. Then my sister has not been talking to me for a while because I had to sell the family home that had been in my name since my grandma passed due to the destruction from my sister and her fiance. They have been on meth and destroyed everything they touched. So, its been some time, my sister had another baby (3) and my mom is supposed to go take care of the kids while my sister (thankfully) gets her tubes tied. My sister said she didnt want to make up with me and she didnt want me down for christmas either. My mom told me she would chose my sister over me for holidays. My mom and I got into a HUGE fight. She hates me, she wishes I wasnt born, she wants me to kill myself. ALL these terrible things. So after years of having terrible things said to you from the people who are supposed to love you most, I said some back. One of which being that my mother (indicating my grandmother, as she did raise me) passed away 11 years ago. How she will never be a good parent and never has been. and many other things that i have been thinking for years but not been able to say to her because shes my mom. Well needless to say my mom, sister and i are no longer on speaking terms. I have no family left. No one there to say I got you when things go wrong. She told me both her and my sister have hated me since I sold the family home causing them all to be homeless. Well, needless to mention when I HAD to sell the house because I couldnt afford property taxes and my rent (though I never lived there) the damages were too far gone and the house was about to be condemned, I also lost my home. Yes I had an apartment. but this was my childhood home. I promised my grandma I would never sell it. Im still torn up about selling it. But what they dont realize either is, they all have homes now. And I have ALWAYS had a backup plan of somewhere to go when things werent going right. Well now I dont. im stuck and trapped. everything I own currently is in a storage unit. the only thing that I have anymore to keep me going is my job. I love my job and the people I work with. Otherwise, Im lonely, scared, exhausted, and defeated. SO many mistakes that all could have prevent all of this. Yeah, I know others have it worse. Some would say well thats not too bad. But coming from what i come from and how I was raised, this is OUT of my comfort zone. I constantly want to go home but i dont even have a place to call home. I dont know where it is. I dont know who its with. Its hard to want to keep going when things seem to just be spiraling and spiraling out of my control.
That's nuts. It's a hell of backstab from a "friend". As crazy as the whole thing was, it also sounds like the sort of thing that active addicts might do. My guess is that they've just trashed the place since then.
That's the last thing you needed.
As much as I'm reluctant to encourage anyone to burn bridges, it sounds like your mom definitely had that one coming.
I'm sure that your mom and your sister are unhappy about your selling the house, but if they're on meth and trashing the place, I don't think there was any real choice. It doesn't seem like they have any sense of being responsible for that.
It's pretty bad. And it's a lot at once.
Do you know if the eviction ever went through with your "friend"?
That's the last thing you needed.
As much as I'm reluctant to encourage anyone to burn bridges, it sounds like your mom definitely had that one coming.
I'm sure that your mom and your sister are unhappy about your selling the house, but if they're on meth and trashing the place, I don't think there was any real choice. It doesn't seem like they have any sense of being responsible for that.
It's pretty bad. And it's a lot at once.
Do you know if the eviction ever went through with your "friend"?
I had texted my landlord and told him I was out and that he could deal with them cuz they were ruining my life. He had them out 2 days later no questions asked. I’m pissed, like why couldn’t you do that when I had asked? He asked if I wanted to come back and I told him no. I couldn’t afford the place on my own too much and I’m reality he was a slumlord to the core. Whenever my upstairs neighbor flushed it would spray down and fly all over my bathroom. Took him 2 months to fix. Our door knob broke. We lived in a dangerous city. Took him 2 weeks to do that and we couldn’t lock the door.
He hasn’t set a limit. I’m thinking about asking how much he would charge for a more permanent solution at least until I can save for my own place. I don’t want to go for just anywhere this time. I want it to be something that actually fits my needs, I work from home so I need space separated from where I spend time away from work to keep the two separate. Otherwise I find myself working when I shouldn’t be or am not paid to be. And it’s gotta be something I can afford alone.
