Why do I even bother having friends? That tall drink of water I've been toting around did it again! I ended up in the psych E.R. On Saturday after I gave a few guys that I've been driving to work for the past few weeks. He is demanding I stop giving these guys rides and devote giving a ride to him and his boss only. His boss is a remodeling contractor. As far as the boss is concerned, as long as he knows where I'm going, he doesn't care (considering his nephew is one of my clients that I drive to work.). This so-called friend is even demanding that I share an apartment with him, which I refuse to do, even with the cheaper rent because 1) I don't want to live in the city, 2) I'm happy where I'm currently living, and 3) I remember the last time I lived with him and his mother: he got extremely abusive with me, so much so his mother recommended I find another place to live. Further, I have issues with PTSD, and for the last 9 months he's been triggering panic attacks at night in me, due to his either grabbing at my knee and/or my crotch, then laughing in my face when I give him "the I'm going to f!cking kill you" look with clenched fist, ready to strike, or find an oak 2x4 to use across his head, gas lighting the living daylights out of me, calling me up at all hours of the day or night, demanding I stop whatever I'm doing and take him whereever he needs to go (usually to the liquor store), making me look like a jaxkass at all times, (you say, why don't you block his phone? I have, but he'll borrow someone else's phone and continue the harassment on a different phone number. I'd change my phone number, but he'd get his buddies to find out my new number.
In short, every time I tell him to go f!ck himself, he comes back like a bad dream. Even while in the hospital psych e.r. He got around my number block and was roaring on how much of a f!cking p!ssy I was for checking myself in to a mental crisis center for help. I ended up quitting chauffeuring the contractor, since I can't take it anymore. The contractor was none to happy with me quitting, and even angrier with the jackass, because the jackass is costing him business.
What's making matters even worse is that PA will no longer use Medicaid to pay my Medicare premium, due to a screwup with paperwork about a checking and savings account I closed early last year, since the bank wouldn't provide me with the closing statements until it was too late in the review process, Social Security is now taking roughly $300 dollars out of my check this month to cover for December and January's premium, and I have a debt collector threading me with jail, and they won't verify the debt. (I'm in heavy medical debt, heavy credit card debt, and extremely heavy student loan debt, which I thought was forgiven when I filed the paperwork with the loan servicer 6 years ago.
Maybe I'm better off dead.
31 Jan 2017, 12:22 am
