Riff Raff's and Corrupted Trust.
So.
All the dramatics pertaining to one former pseudo-Sister is just getting ridiculous. So I feel like getting all this off my chest now, putting it down, and walking away from the putrid compost heap this foolish girls life will soon, if it hasn't already become.
Her and my friend and soon to be roommate Garrett dated for roughly 9 months and were in a co habitual relationship for the vast majority of it. She decides that she's sick of Northern California enough to move back into her Grandmothers house, of which she moved in with me from to escape her apparent tyranny. Now I'm beginning to think that there was little to no truth in that statement. So she moves down south, and meets this 'rockstar' who calls himself the OC Riff Raff, who straight up tells her he doesn't care that she has a boyfriend and goes for her anyways. She asks my advice and I straight up tell her give it time. Maybe its just this guys newness that's making you feel what you feel for him.
This is where things start to go sour.
She doesn't listen to my advice and dives right in, not informing Garrett that they aren't together until it's convenient for her. All the while, she lies to him about living with Riff Raff and his mom, saying she's been staying with Sam and what have you.
Things get worse from there. Riff Raff, aka: Brandon, somewhere between getting coked up and smashing in her windshield and disappearing for days on end, decides that her iron grip on him is too constrictive and breaks things off. Literally hours after I hear about this, I get a call from Garrett telling me that Chelsea called and wants to try and work things out. I let him in on the scoop because, lets be honest here, I felt he should know he was being played like a pair of aces.
Time passes, random crap happens, and it all culminates in the words that will forever echo in my head as the biggest knife in my back who's gash still seethes to this day:
"Who are you going to believe; the girl you've loved for 9 months or some guy you've known for 2?"
Betrayal is a symptom. I had the cure. I swallowed it deep. But the scar will always be.
So time passes. I avoid her texts like the plague. I start hearing things from my now good friend Garrett about how she wants her things back, but doesn't feel like she needs to pay for her own gas to come get them. He tells me how she neglects paying her cellphone bill, which is, sadly, attached to his account, mountaining upwards of two to three hundred a month. I told him he could pay me $175 every month and I would kick him in the nuts, because that's what she's pretty much doing. I finally convince him that taking the $175 hit and shutting off her number was the best course of action. Of course, she's pissed. Can't understand why. Maybe because the free ride stopped.
Then came this gem via Mr. Riff Raff. Note: there will be commentary
F*CKTARD
{note: no caps}to all you f*cktards who attempt to take the upper hand on girls,
your{note: You're} showing the world how weak you are..... so weak you have to f*ck with a girl who cant do anything back{note: Not anymore}... and you know this so you play the power strip{note:I think he means trip}... you were being nice and a little dramatic but generaly{note: generally} ok trailing along attempting to get her back..... and just because you hold the fact that you do pay a few things{note: a FEW things?!?! The girl has NO bills aside from Insurance and Cellphone}....over her head you knew you had some power over it..
and now the second you realized..your done.. shes not coming back... you get vindictive and hold all of her sh*t{note:She left it behind when she moved. Including a pet the guy doesn't even want.}.. saying NO{note: Comma} you cant have it back... you ow{note: Owe} me money.... what are you gonna do..{note: Perhaps be an adult? Just a suggestion.}
well Mr. Brotastical{note: Not a word}.... she{note: apostrophe}s not so much of a little girl anymore... she{note: apostrophe}s in the family now..... ha in a tasty way to put it{note: I don't want to know what this means}... you mess with ONE bean.... your messing with the entire burrito...{note: You're SERIOUS?}
in this life{note: Comma} we group close to people we know understand who we are without ever speaking a word
the fighters, the servivors{note: Survivors}, the people who triumph over all
enjoy your quiet sh*t town wile it lasts{note: Apparently, it's not going to be a quiet town much longer.}...
cause a bombs about to drop on your stupid funny shaped head{note: Funny shaped head? What are you, six?}
just another reminder of why the frase{note: Phrase...come on, now}... "big trucks, small dicks"{note: Garrett doesn't drive a big truck} is aplyed{note: Applied} to bros
SO precious.
In conclusion, I am REALLY sick of all of this. Chelsea, I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed FOR you. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Garrett; you did the right thing. Now you don't have to pay me every month to kick you in the nuts for a nominal fee.
Riff Raff; back off. You don't have a leg to stand on when it comes to this stuff. I understand if you care for her. But to be honest, threats go nowhere when the person they're protecting isn't willing enough to come and simply collect on what's hers. You've obviously done more harm than good.
And I'm spent.
All the dramatics pertaining to one former pseudo-Sister is just getting ridiculous. So I feel like getting all this off my chest now, putting it down, and walking away from the putrid compost heap this foolish girls life will soon, if it hasn't already become.
Her and my friend and soon to be roommate Garrett dated for roughly 9 months and were in a co habitual relationship for the vast majority of it. She decides that she's sick of Northern California enough to move back into her Grandmothers house, of which she moved in with me from to escape her apparent tyranny. Now I'm beginning to think that there was little to no truth in that statement. So she moves down south, and meets this 'rockstar' who calls himself the OC Riff Raff, who straight up tells her he doesn't care that she has a boyfriend and goes for her anyways. She asks my advice and I straight up tell her give it time. Maybe its just this guys newness that's making you feel what you feel for him.
This is where things start to go sour.
She doesn't listen to my advice and dives right in, not informing Garrett that they aren't together until it's convenient for her. All the while, she lies to him about living with Riff Raff and his mom, saying she's been staying with Sam and what have you.
Things get worse from there. Riff Raff, aka: Brandon, somewhere between getting coked up and smashing in her windshield and disappearing for days on end, decides that her iron grip on him is too constrictive and breaks things off. Literally hours after I hear about this, I get a call from Garrett telling me that Chelsea called and wants to try and work things out. I let him in on the scoop because, lets be honest here, I felt he should know he was being played like a pair of aces.
Time passes, random crap happens, and it all culminates in the words that will forever echo in my head as the biggest knife in my back who's gash still seethes to this day:
"Who are you going to believe; the girl you've loved for 9 months or some guy you've known for 2?"
Betrayal is a symptom. I had the cure. I swallowed it deep. But the scar will always be.
So time passes. I avoid her texts like the plague. I start hearing things from my now good friend Garrett about how she wants her things back, but doesn't feel like she needs to pay for her own gas to come get them. He tells me how she neglects paying her cellphone bill, which is, sadly, attached to his account, mountaining upwards of two to three hundred a month. I told him he could pay me $175 every month and I would kick him in the nuts, because that's what she's pretty much doing. I finally convince him that taking the $175 hit and shutting off her number was the best course of action. Of course, she's pissed. Can't understand why. Maybe because the free ride stopped.
Then came this gem via Mr. Riff Raff. Note: there will be commentary
F*CKTARD
{note: no caps}to all you f*cktards who attempt to take the upper hand on girls,
your{note: You're} showing the world how weak you are..... so weak you have to f*ck with a girl who cant do anything back{note: Not anymore}... and you know this so you play the power strip{note:I think he means trip}... you were being nice and a little dramatic but generaly{note: generally} ok trailing along attempting to get her back..... and just because you hold the fact that you do pay a few things{note: a FEW things?!?! The girl has NO bills aside from Insurance and Cellphone}....over her head you knew you had some power over it..
and now the second you realized..your done.. shes not coming back... you get vindictive and hold all of her sh*t{note:She left it behind when she moved. Including a pet the guy doesn't even want.}.. saying NO{note: Comma} you cant have it back... you ow{note: Owe} me money.... what are you gonna do..{note: Perhaps be an adult? Just a suggestion.}
well Mr. Brotastical{note: Not a word}.... she{note: apostrophe}s not so much of a little girl anymore... she{note: apostrophe}s in the family now..... ha in a tasty way to put it{note: I don't want to know what this means}... you mess with ONE bean.... your messing with the entire burrito...{note: You're SERIOUS?}
in this life{note: Comma} we group close to people we know understand who we are without ever speaking a word
the fighters, the servivors{note: Survivors}, the people who triumph over all
enjoy your quiet sh*t town wile it lasts{note: Apparently, it's not going to be a quiet town much longer.}...
cause a bombs about to drop on your stupid funny shaped head{note: Funny shaped head? What are you, six?}
just another reminder of why the frase{note: Phrase...come on, now}... "big trucks, small dicks"{note: Garrett doesn't drive a big truck} is aplyed{note: Applied} to bros
SO precious.
In conclusion, I am REALLY sick of all of this. Chelsea, I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed FOR you. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Garrett; you did the right thing. Now you don't have to pay me every month to kick you in the nuts for a nominal fee.
Riff Raff; back off. You don't have a leg to stand on when it comes to this stuff. I understand if you care for her. But to be honest, threats go nowhere when the person they're protecting isn't willing enough to come and simply collect on what's hers. You've obviously done more harm than good.
And I'm spent.