What a crap weekend last weekend was. Today I had to decide whether or not to prosecute a friend's son for assaulting me and vandalizing my motorcycle Saturday night.
Of course, I can't blame him for the assault. His mother and I got into a very nasty physical fight over my roommate having another seizure. He was drunk and defending his mother.
Sometimes I hate life.
It may all be for the best. This event will get all these shallow people out of my life. I don't mind that at all. But the one thing I do regret is losing my best friend, my roommate, Lee.
Lee was on the outs with her girlfriend last Saturday, so she spent the entire day with her ex-gf (we call her Sam) and Sam's 16 y.o. son, James. They played poker and drank all day long. Any of of you who may recall, know that when Lee drinks to excess she ends up having seizures.
They showed up at my place around 5 p.m. All was well and good, we were having a good time, until Lee went into one of her seizures. Sam thinks she knows how to take care of Lee, but Lee has told me in no uncertain terms to not let Sam do anything. I've pulled Sam off Lee twice before. Sam pins Lee down and gets her face within an inch of Lee's and whispers to her... how that's supposed to help, I'll never know... but once again, on Saturday night, there she was, in Lee's face.
Lee was really out of it. I attempted to once again pull Sam off her. Only this time she refused to budge. I had to physically pull her off. She took that as an attack (yes, I did have to shove her some), and she attacked me.
That launched one helluva fight between us (I don't back down) and the drunk 16 y.o. son started trying to defend his mother. He broke my rake and started whaling me across my back with it. All the while I'm trying to rouse Lee AND keep Sam off me.
I raised up, turned to see who was hitting me, and saw him raring back to hit me again. This time, of course, he would have nailed me in the head, so I threw up my arm. I have a rather nasty scrape and bruise on my forearm from where the rake handle struck me.
I took the rake handle away from him and threw it across the deck. This is when (I assume) he went after my bike. I say assume, because about that time, I found myself under Sam on one of my deck chairs, which broke. She had launched at me, and we both landed on the chair. I couldn't get Sam off me, so I reached up and dug my nails into her face. That got her off me.
Sam, who claimed to only be concerned about Lee, did NOT call for an ambulance. She called the police. I am the one who called an ambulance for Lee.
Somehow in this mess, Lee ended up getting kicked and apparently she hit her head on the deck railing. She has been told by Sam that I kicked her. And she believes it. I did NOT kick Lee. How could I? I spent most of my time defending myself from Sam and James! But she has chosen Sam over me.
Sam has lied about having cancer and heart attacks. Lee KNOWS this. But she believed Sam over ME, whom she has known much longer. But when it comes to ex-girlfriends over best friends... I finally found out where I really stand with her.
We're done. And I feel like shit.



