While I was at work today, my roommate’s boyfriend moved his shit into the house (including guns) without my permission. Got home to this unpleasant surprise and eventually had a talk with Alyssa after I managed to calm the fuck down a tad about how he’s not fucking moving in, no ands ifs or buts about it, and that I’m highly offended that the two of them were already acting like it was a sealed deal and a-okay.
She proceeded to agree, then freak out with anxiety over knowing she has to tell him, got super drunk (already bad for anyone in such a circumstance, but especially for a person with such rampant mental issues and drinking problems), had a breakdown. By the end of the night her boyfriend connected the dots and realized he wouldn’t be moving in and we at least convinced him to get the guns the fuck out of the house tonight because she had been talking with him about just wanting to pull the trigger sometimes.
Pissed off, I left for a while. Came back to Alyssa all puffy eyed, but better, on the front porch aone.
Sit and hash some things out for a minute, then she drunkenly lays some new info on me out of nowhere, because she’s fucking sloppy drunk and I guess maybe honest for once: seems there was another girl in the picture for Ashley.
So with that in mind, one of two things is/ was going on: 1) could be a lie (or fabricated truth, exaggeration, assumption… Who knows???) 2) if it’s definitely true, she hid it from me and covered it up on purpose and that’s just so, so wrong and hurtful.
I feel like tonight is such a huge reversion after working so hard to cope and carry on.
Ouch. Ouch, in so many regards.