True Story, Chapter 2
6 Days ago, I wrote this first chapter... and today I am moving out. Well, I am moving back in with my boyfriend, temporarily, because I am losing my mind being around the Yeti in his current condition.
You know, mental illness rubs off on you. It's rubbing off on me. For the last several days, since last Saturday, I have been deteriorating. I believe it is being around the Yeti that is causing it. I wake up crying. I yelled at my boyfriend. I yelled at other drivers while my bff was in the car... I tried to blame my bff for how I feel ... i feel like that little kid I used to feel like - in constant psychic pain - just like my mind is deteriorating and I am angry all the time.... I have to be careful because I also can go crazy myself and behave erratically.
He is loud.
He is coming in every day with things he found on the street and putting them next to my computer and telling me "make art out of this". I told him - YOU make ART out of this stuff - YOU found it! - He says I am supposed to make a mobile out of this shit he finds on the street. NOPE.
Last night, he took the dinner I fixed for him and told me he was going out side to eat with this friends.
The Rif-Raf that hang out at the 7-11. He's run out of pot for the month because he spent all his money, and now he has to hang out with the friends with weed... a friend with weed is a friend indeed.
He's upstairs in our building now with the party-ers in 402. This won't end well. We have been here so long because we have kept to ourselves. Soon enough they will not like him and someone will get tossed out on their ass.
He's up all night and sleeping all day. I have had to put a lock on my bedroom door because he's bringing the Rif-Raf into our apartment...
He threatens me with eviction, yells at me calling me a "whore" -
I'm leaving.