And so it begins...

Yesterday morning I woke up to a PM from M asking if I was awake. 4:35am. I waited until yesterday evening to respond that if I was on FB or Messenger at that time that I was likely sleep FBing because I was most definitely not awake.

Once upon a time there was a very good possibility that I was awake, but my sleeping patterns have been getting back to more or less normal and I've been able to sleep a good chunk of the night for a change. The only time I'm up that early is when I have to go to the bathroom, and then I go right back to bed without looking at my phone for anything more than to see if I've got any WhatsApp messages from work, and even then if I don't have a WhatsApp notification on my smart watch I likely won't bother looking at my phone anyway.

M and I had a short conversation as she wanted to know what I'd been up to all day. I kept it short and sweet by telling her it was laundry day and I napped. Which is more or less true, but I don't have a set day for laundry as I just do it when I need to. Part of the joy of having a washer and dryer right in my apartment! She of course had to tell me that she dressed up for church and whatnot, and asked if I saw the picture she'd posted of her outfit. I had seen it, and told her as much, but I didn't tell her what I thought of it because it wouldn't have been very nice.

And I left it at that.

Then my kid told me that they read something on M's roommate's tumblr that explained that M is even pissing off one of the most tolerant people we both know. I didn't even know my kid was following C on tumblr at all! My kid sent me the link to the tumblr and I had a good read last night...and holy shit is C ever at their wit's end with M.

Mind you, M is enough to drive even a saint to swearing their head off.

So, I found out that M brings home bags of stuff every couple of days - mostly cases of pop, some food, and whatnot - but can't manage to find the money for rent. And leaves half-full cans of pop laying around all over the place and never cleaning up after herself. Claims to be OCD about cleaning, but doesn't lift a finger outside of her bedroom. And wears her shoes inside the house, only to take them off at her bedroom door and leave them on a towel she's spread out beside her bedroom door...despite there being a perfectly usable shoe rack right beside the front door, and C telling M to use it. I'm sure there is more, but my eyes started to hurt after deciphering several pages of badly formatted tumblr pages.

Not one bit of what C posted surprises me in the slightest. I've always wondered how much of the truth M has been telling about their financial situation - they've always got money for things that aren't necessary. And just a couple of days ago M was yelling about how they've been starving, eating one meal a day, and living off of eggs and noodles. For one, eggs aren't that cheap here on the island. Noodles are cheap, and I always have an abundant supply of them because for me they're comfort food that won't cause me to gain a ton of weight. C brings in the same amount of food/shopping once every two weeks that M brings in every 2-3 days...which is just nuts. Especially for somebody who claims that they've got no money. And there are no food banks in the city that would provide pop as one of their items, nor would they allow somebody to go every 2-3 days. The food banks track their clients, and only allow one visit per month...and they all share information about who their clients are to prevent somebody from gaming the system.

Oh, and C has a couple of kittens...that M has no idea that one isn't hers. M tries to say that the kittens don't like people and will scratch and bite. But that makes sense considering M only bothers with the kittens when they're playing with each other and aren't in the mood to be cuddles. And M can't be bothered learning to tell them apart either and calls them by the wrong name. It's bad enough that C is planning on having a friend look after the kittens during M's final month living there...once M's asylum application is approved and will eligible for some sort of financial support, C will be evicting M's inconsiderate, lying ass, and C is worried that M will try to steal the kittens.

Not many people scare me, but M does. She is too unstable and tends to react violently without thinking. She's already shown her true colours on the Goth page she set up after she removed herself from mine - the way she was carrying on in the comments a friend of mine made, well, makes it very clear that M is not who she tries to maintain she is.

I wonder how long it will be before M contacts me today. And I wonder when I will get around to answering her...