The Trouble With Children

Well thank god these kids don't live with me, they have their own drama in their own apartment with their own neighbors having to listen to screaming, yelling, crying at 4:30 am two nice long miles away from me.

Jeckyll is glad he slept in the guest room last night. He did it because he knew he was going to snore, and I like that he's considerate that way. My phone was blowing up with text messages at 4:30 am from Blondie. Scumbag picked a fight with her, over absolutely nothing. It escalated to where she had a panic attack and was in her closet in the fetal position crying uncontrollably.

I don't like it at all. I know he can be mean, when he and I fight it gets mean. But when I fight with him it's for a reason, usually about the eating disorder, not over nothing. Not fighting about how she treats her cats like babies and it bothers him or some such nonsense. Then he's telling her he's moving out, immediately. They were supposed to sign another six month lease just two days ago. Most of her panic is that he'll render her homeless by moving out.

Rather than engaging in a million text messages I told her to just go outside and call me. She was still crying and hyperventilating. I told her to breathe. Deep breaths. Just slow down and breathe.

I got her calmed down so she could speak coherently and I guess it was all a fun night until they got home and then who knows what happened? A switch was flipped. Certainly too much alcohol. It doesn't make sense to me that he thinks he can treat her this way, calling her a whore, telling her that nobody likes her, that nobody wants to hang out with her. It's insanity.

But this is only her side of the story, so who knows? After a bit I got her calmed down and told her to just go to bed, that things would be less scary in the morning.

A few more text messages half an hour later and apparently he claims he's moving out, and moving in with a girl who has been kind of stalking him. I hope he's bluffing because it's the worst idea I've ever heard. I don't want to be around her, I think she's a complete idiot and a little creepy. And if he truly does move in with her he's a bigger idiot putting himself in closer proximity to her. It won't end well. It will end in more drama and more crazy. You know how it won't end? It won't end in him moving back in here. I've already decided that's not an option for him ever again. It would have to be life or death for me to consider it.

For today I'm going to work and then hanging an art show. That's my focus. I had already made prior tentative plans with Scumbag for this evening so I'm just going to pretend I don't know shit and see what he says. Blondie didn't want him knowing she was calling me in a panic. I don't know why, maybe she just doesn't want him to know how badly he hurt her. I'm trying to stay out of the middle and I'm trying to remain neutral.

Honestly, I don't think they should live together anymore. It's obviously ruining their friendship. But it would be better to split up logically and with a plan instead of in a panic. But I know now that's not how Scumbag does it. When he moved in with us it was all in a day, when he moved out it was the same thing, but this time it may seriously effect someone else's living situation in what they can afford, and that's not cool and not fair.

Ah well, they keep things lively around here. It's kind of like having my own reality TV show I can watch. And I've gotten much better about not getting dragged into it emotionally. If he tells me about his new living plans I'm going to be straight up about it. I'm going to tell him that's the stupidest idea I've ever heard and he should heed my warning. I've been right before and I'll be right again. Then in a couple of months I'll be able to give him a great big "I told you so".

Ah to be twenty-something again and have the ability to completely fuck up over and over again. I can't say I miss it.