The plot thickens---- after spending five days in at my place, the little "Magical Misery Tour" would have ended up FAR differently than a severely unstable woman heading along route 64 to disturb yet another unknowing Straight Veteran.
Poor little Beth could'nt and would'nt get off her whole bullshit Burlington Stalker Theater Drama Queen scenario long enough to realize that she had every tool at her disposal to start again fresh.
"Holy fucking Adulthood Batman!!!" "Do you mean she could have actually set up her own domicile complete with a kitchen, bath, and four dog food bowls to wash each and every day?"
"Right you are chum, and she did'nt even have to take Bad Bob's word for it, why the goddamn realtor's phone number was on a sign outside next to the mailboxes." "Holy dog-shit Batman! what about her dogs?" "Would they let her keep her dogs too?" "No problem, Robin, she could drive to the office, explain her needs, and be given a couple of sheets of rental listings, hell if she found an address she liked, they would even hand her the keys to let herself in and check the whole place out." "Golly gee, Batman, I wish I was there, I might of been able to talk her into it, and then I could have had a place to hang out and get stoned when I'm not out fighting crime." "But Alas, Robin, this chick is more Bat-shit than the battiest Bat we ever encountered in the Batcave or in all our years of crimefighting."
"Holy Haliparidol, Batman, could I at least take her out for a few drinks and maybe loosen her up?" "Hmm, remember old chum, when you got drunk with Catwoman and could'nt get her out of her suit and almost broke your Bat-a-wang in half trying to 'get some?'
"Well imagine that same night with an insane librarian instead!"
"Golly Batman, I guess I should just leave her to the good folks at Arkham Asylum instead." "Good Choice Robin! let's go to Starbucks, it looks like it's gonna be a long night!"
See, I was like a broken toy to Beth, or one that needed fresh batteries. When I would not play into or support her fantasy world of bullshit, I was no longer of any use to her. I only spoke of GROWNUP things and that scared her. I am sorry I scared you so much Beth, but you cannot fault me for this anymore than you can fault the sky for raining. That is just the way things are. Grow the fuck up, before the next hotel trash derelict takes you down a path you ain't prepared to travel. You are also getting on my fucking nerves by describing me in ways that are not true. I know that you only live @/$'s of a mile from StarBucks up in Burlington.
A ten year old kid on a bicycle could find your house in a matter of minutes. You are as dumb as a box of rocks. Hell, my parrot has more brains than you. Grow up, Get Help, Realize The People Who Matter, and for Christs Sake, Get Some Professional Help, Take Your Meds and Stay On Them!!!!