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There is no excuse for abuse
If you’ve had a tough life, go to therapy; don’t use me as a punching bag
I once had a roommate whose mother died when she was 14. I felt sad for her. Until she started using it as justification for EVERYTHING.
I was renting a house at the time. No pets allowed, but the landlord made an exception for my dog, an effervescent collie who charmed him.
When this chick wanted to move in, she asked if she could bring her dog. I explained the rules but offered to intercede with the landlord as long as her dog was well behaved.
Well, the dog was fine. The dog was not the problem. She was the problem. She brought a cat along with the dog. Then she kept adding pets…
I love animals, but I’d signed a lease. I didn’t want to lose my home due to her addiction to strays. I thought this was a reasonable concern.
Apparently I was wrong, because when I tried to talk to her about it, the waterworks began. How could I be so mean? Didn’t I understand how the death of her mother had deprived her of love, love that only warm furry bodies could give her?
This became a pattern. Every time there was an issue we had to deal with, she played the dead mother card.
