Psycho bitch!

[palmer_kun]

And this is truly the end of Christine.

I dropped by her place today after seeing Tina, and we were going to go to the library and return some books.
Her mother started another predictable shouting match, which escalated. Christine started screaming for her mother to leave her alone and get out of her face, and her mother would not.

So, hoping to help defuse the situation, I stepped between them. What do I get for my efforts?

Punched in the eye. Three times. By her mother.

Now, I don't take that shit. So I turned to grab her mother and restrain her.

What does this get me? CHRISTINE turns on me!

"You NEVER hit a woman, under any circumstances!"

The next part is a blur, but certain details stand out. Such as my being puched repeatedly, kicked in the balls 3 times, having a wooden spoon shoved in my mouth with malicious intent, and being visciously beaten about the head and knees with baseball bats (full size and one of the little souviner ones).

My glasses, the ones I was so fond of? DESTROYED. Twisted beyond recovery.
I'm fucking BLIND without them. I can't even see the letters on the fucking keyboard when I look down unless I bend over.

They settle for a moment, and the message is clear - "Get out, you're never welcome here again, and I'm keeping all your stuff".
Amazing the reward I get for trying to help her. Why do I try?

I try to grab a few things of mine that are right there in the kitchen, and I get attacked AGAIN! Harder! I manage to grab the bat and slow her down, and convince her to stop so I can leave.

I leave, stagger off (literally, I'm feeling dizzy. No, I'm not at risk of a concussion, no direct blows landed on my head, it's just shock) to the nearby donair joint, and call the police. Lo and behold, she's already phoned them on me!

Naturally, upon seeing me, the officer knows that I'm the victim... destroyed glasses, multiple split lip, BLEEDING. I'm going to have some almighty bruises tomorrow.

We go back and I ant my stuff. She demands her stuff back first. Gee, her 4 videos and 1 lost gameboy game (and clothes she can't wear, apparently) versus my camera, battery charger, computer, PSX games, controller, stack of CDs, half dozen movies...

I have a file number. I phone the constable tomorrow for an escort to make a supervised exchange.

I'm also going to have to try to replace my glasses. I can't function without them. I'll talk to welfare tomorrow (my worker is off, and her replacement is out today)
VERY fortunate that I'm a mad packrat and kept my old, broken, super-scuffed ones... I can semi-function with them.

Had to call work and let them know I can't come in. Karin sounded understanding, but disappointed.

Not as disappointed as I. I'm letting them down. They had me booked in for all week. I'm letting everyone down.

I'm a fucking failure yet again.

Bad enough I was feeeling depressed lately, now this has to happen.
You KNOW things are bad when thinking of Summer coming can't cheer me up.

I just expect too much from life, I guess.

If you've been reading this for a while, you'll recognize the above motto.

Is this my destiny? To have every single relationship explode in my face in an excessively nasty way?
Alexis - Yup. Physical violence involved there
Kelsey - Just a nasty fucking snarky bitch
Jen - Keeps my stuff and badmouths me to everyone, calls me psycho
Summer - We all remember what happened there
Christine - Maybe I should have let them send an ambulance to check me out

Sure, me and Kelsey stay civil, and I'm back to getting along good with Alexis and Summer... but that's not a good track record.

Maybe it's a sign. Maybe I should tell Summer to stay there, it's only going to bring doom upon us. No, I can't... she has nothing there, and a non-refundable ticket. Maybe I should just lose all interest in her and treat her as a casual roommate instead of a friend, or more.
Things always fuck up when I get close to people. My track record with relationships is bad, and with friends it isn't much better.

* * *

Everyone, please do me a little favor?
Don't tell me how great I am, or other positive things about myself. Don't try to cheer me up. Not right now, I can't, I won't be able to even acknowledge them enough to deny them, and frankly they'll just make me feel worse.
Maybe another day, I'll listen, promise. But not right now, OK?

If you want to do something for me... distract me. Divert my attention. Tell me jokes, send me stupid flash videos, have me proofread your homework, make me solve your computer problems, dump your problems on me, whatever. I just don't want to think about myself right now. Please respect that. I don't ask much of you guys...

Comments

[palmer-kun.livejournal.com]

OK, those are just HORRIBLE.

Summer will love them :)