We were so close to getting out of here. A suite came available down the street in one of the two buildings we are waiting on. Anyone unfamiliar with our landlord situation there are stories a plenty regarding Mrs. E. in the ‘Assholes’ category. Because we like the management company we are waiting on two buildings both come with NO Mrs E. and balconies. The only problems I’ve ever had building wise since I moved in here in March 2000 are with the cunt next door.
We went to look at the suite and it was too small. Damnit, we have to wait for one on the front of the building now. It was really nice though so we are excited about the front but disappointed we have to live next door to little miss keys for fingers cunty mc cunt cunt moo moo wearing went certifiably insane before I was even born landlord.
I was talking about her in therapy last Friday as I do when anything she does of any merit presents itself and the possibility of getting the fuck away from her is definitely therapy worthy. We discuss how she triggers that teenager in high school being bullied section of my brain and I just go to goo when I see her. I can’t fucking stand her I can’t wait to be rid of her. It is hard but we are understanding of why her boss lets her get away with the shit she does in this building but really this bitch is so old if he were to rat her out she’d be out on the street and homeless and no matter how much I say I hate her I’m not evil like for real evil. It will be so good for me just to move out of here. Even though I love that I have lived in this building longer than I have lived anywhere in my life. Some really shitty shit has happened in here. When I lived down the hall solo for five plus years I was assaulted by a friend of a friend in my suite people in the building were also friends with the friend of the assaulter and me and one of our mutual friends committed suicide and I thought they were my friends but I guess they only tolerated me for PH and pretty much kicked me to the curb after he died and joined the I was never assaulted bandwagon EVEN THOUGH the guy who assaulted me point blank admitted to doing it. Fuck it was insane. I STILL catch myself when their window is open walking by and having NO CONTROL of saying disgusting and despicable things like ‘I PERSONALLY think PH would be fucking ASHAMED of how they treat me’ LOUD enough for them to hear me, whether they ever have I don’t fucking care, but whatever fucked up things happen when woman are assaulted in groups of friends and fucked up things happen when people die. I was left feeling judged for how I grieved and felt like they only tolerated me cause PH thought I was the shit. Basically getting out of this building will be even better for me than I realized until it was a topic in therapy.
