My favorite rant.

I moved into an apartment for my first year of university with two of my friends from high school. One was my bestie, the other was the kind of friend you spend a ton of time with but never have that real soul connection with. Living with my best friend was great, we became closer than ever!! Living with the other one, not so much. I initially thought she was just a spoiled and entitled only child who was having trouble adjusting to living away from home, when in reality she's completely dependent and also a psycho. Me and my friend couldn't do anything without this girl. Ever. We once decided to go to the bookstore and when she realized we were leaving she ran out into the apartment hallway to yell at us about where we were going and why we didn't invite her. If we were laughing without her she would yell at us. I had to start putting a box in front of my door because she would just waltz in without knocking all the time. She got mad at us if we didn't hold her hand the whole way through school. She called a "meeting" where she yelled and then cried because we didn't do her bio lab for her. She called her parents every day, and I later found out it was to complain that we were mean to her. She invaded every scrap of privacy. We were going nuts. Every single place we went, she invited herself. If we weren't home she would message us about whatever we were doing. My friend is more patient than I, and I was about to lose it.

Things blew up when she once again invited herself somewhere, but this time I was drinking, so it was honesty time. I told her I hate living with her and why. I drunk cried to my friend about how I was sorry I had to leave her in this terrible place, but I just couldn't take this crazy bitch anymore. Then I went to bed.

I woke up to discover she called her parents (of course) and told them I abused her and that I was suicidal. They called my parents. I woke up in my apartment to my mom waking me up and talking some shit about how she was here to help me and yada yada.

Did I mention the bitches parents owned the apartment and were my landlords? Yup. Came in for a meeting which was her and her parents sitting with me and yelling at me for not being her friend, not babysitting her every move. Told me my abuse broke the lease and I was going to be evicted. Her mom at one point literally got mad at me for going to an ELA group meeting that her bitch kid didn't go to.

I told them, in more detailed terms, all about their crazy fucking kid, and for them to please take it to court so the judge can laugh in their face for calling me "abusive" because I yelled at her, when this bitch literally got mad at me every time I did something that didn't include her.

Did I also mention that her parents knew me very very well, for many years, and I was basically their second daughter? Yup. The only thing that still makes me really upset is the betrayal I felt from these two people who I knew and trusted who in turn abused power they had over me and threw our relationship out the window. It was wildly irresponsible and it's the thing that really truly hurts me.