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I had a housemate a couple of years ago who was a real piece of work. I'd been living with three others for a couple of months before she decided to move in as well, and what seemed like an okay enough idea on paper ended up breaking up our happy little family.
Two of the others announced that they were moving out about ten days after she moved in. Coincidence? Hardly. I should have been less oblivious and followed their lead, but I stayed put... not realising, in my naïveté, that her goal was to push all but one of us out so she and her partner could have what had once been our house to themselves.
I put up with quite a few months of bullying, which doesn't need to be talked about here. What you need to hear is the fabulous story that took place AFTER I had moved out.
Note the key word: after. As in, once I was no longer in the house, no longer with a key, long gone.
It was about five days after I had left that she decided to tell someone that I had - wait for it - tried to poison her! I'm not sure how I'm meant to have accomplished this; I must have snuck back in an open window or something while no one was home - remember that part where I'd moved out almost a week ago and left behind my key? I have no idea where I'm meant to have gotten this poison from either; the days of picking up some arsenic at the grocery store are a little behind us. But that crazy story somehow lost me a few people who I've since realised were never actually friends in the first place.
I can't make sense of it - if you were going to make up a story about someone in order to try and poison (haha see what I did there!) people against them, wouldn't you make up something a little more, well, believable? Like say I'd stolen $20 or broken an expensive vase?
(Although I'm glad she did choose something more ludicrous because then clearly no one with a grain of sense would believe the tale so I have nothing to worry about really.)
And the timing of it all! She was so cowardly that she couldn't make up the story while I was still there, she had to make sure I was gone so she'd never have to face me again. Maybe she knew she wouldn't have been able to keep up the lie if I'd been there in person?
Who knows, really. The one thing I'm really curious about though is if everyone else was in on it too and it's all a big joke to them - or if she kept the fact that she'd made it all up to herself and didn't let anyone in on the lie.
I'd like to think it's the former, but then many of the people I used to know are as malicious as they are dim-witted, so really either way is likely.
Two of the others announced that they were moving out about ten days after she moved in. Coincidence? Hardly. I should have been less oblivious and followed their lead, but I stayed put... not realising, in my naïveté, that her goal was to push all but one of us out so she and her partner could have what had once been our house to themselves.
I put up with quite a few months of bullying, which doesn't need to be talked about here. What you need to hear is the fabulous story that took place AFTER I had moved out.
Note the key word: after. As in, once I was no longer in the house, no longer with a key, long gone.
It was about five days after I had left that she decided to tell someone that I had - wait for it - tried to poison her! I'm not sure how I'm meant to have accomplished this; I must have snuck back in an open window or something while no one was home - remember that part where I'd moved out almost a week ago and left behind my key? I have no idea where I'm meant to have gotten this poison from either; the days of picking up some arsenic at the grocery store are a little behind us. But that crazy story somehow lost me a few people who I've since realised were never actually friends in the first place.
I can't make sense of it - if you were going to make up a story about someone in order to try and poison (haha see what I did there!) people against them, wouldn't you make up something a little more, well, believable? Like say I'd stolen $20 or broken an expensive vase?
(Although I'm glad she did choose something more ludicrous because then clearly no one with a grain of sense would believe the tale so I have nothing to worry about really.)
And the timing of it all! She was so cowardly that she couldn't make up the story while I was still there, she had to make sure I was gone so she'd never have to face me again. Maybe she knew she wouldn't have been able to keep up the lie if I'd been there in person?
Who knows, really. The one thing I'm really curious about though is if everyone else was in on it too and it's all a big joke to them - or if she kept the fact that she'd made it all up to herself and didn't let anyone in on the lie.
I'd like to think it's the former, but then many of the people I used to know are as malicious as they are dim-witted, so really either way is likely.