So eventually Danny and I made friends again, although now he has to call me every Sunday and say hey to keep my neurotic abandonment fears at bay...I really do love him...if I had a twin, yet younger brother, I think it would be him...
So Danny and Kris stay together for about 7 years. They break up after 5, but she won't leave (and they are living in his deceased grandmother's house in Florida)...she's on all kinds of pain pills from the Florida fake pharmacy doctors for her...I don't know, pain I guess...and she does a bunch of wacky stuff...and Danny can't get her to move out...so he moves out and just leaves her there...now I've been talking to Danny for a couple of years now and I've also been talking to her some cause I hated the black pit of hate I'd been carrying around...
But she gets mad at me about a year before Danny moved out because I told her that she needed to go and apply for disability. She swore she wasn't disabled and I told her that if she isn't able to take care of herself and other people have to then technically she qualifies. I also told her that if she and Danny have been split for over a year and they aren't fucking then it's only a matter of time before he decides he's tires of working 3 jobs to pay for her drug and shopping habit. Well she just thought I was the meanest meanie ever for telling her this so she quit talking to me...until a year later when she calls me from the empty house in Florida...
Danny's parents have promised to buy her a train ticket to anywhere she wants to go and to send all of her stuff to her if she will JUST LEAVE...she wouldn't even let Danny's parents into basically their own home when they'd come to visit...instead they would spent several weeks down there in an RV that they parked in the driveway...they are really sweet super Christian people and not pushy at all...couldn't even invite them in for a coffee...
OK...and there's actually a point to all of this...so Kris finally agrees and hops a train to Burlington, NC to try and stay with a friend...gets here and he won't let her in, so she ends up at the homeless shelter...after about a week of that I told her she could come here for 2 weeks and I'd get her set up with UNCs Charity Care medical program, cause she did need a doctor at this point...
I find a drug rehab/mental health place in Chapel Hill that is actually really cool in how it's structured and they agree to take her...
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She refuses to go...2 weeks go by and she's dropping lit cigarettes everywhere and nodding out. Gene's in Tenn visiting his mom so I'm here with her and she's 85lbs of Wacko Basket...finds my ADD meds (when I took them I would get the extended release so I'd only have to take one a day)...takes all my ADD meds, eats her morphine patches and sets the oven on fire...
Now while this was going on, my older brother in Colorado is calling me and going on and on and on on a daily basis about a married graphic designer woman that works for him and how they flirt and she's 28 and he's 59 and blah blah blah oh my god!!! So I'm vacuuming and Peter's into the second hour of talking about his unrequited love and Kris is stumbling round the house dropping cigarettes on the dogs and yelling that someone stole her medicine cause she can't find it....so I say "Hey Peter, talk to this chick for a minute...I gotta run get a pack of smokes"...
And that's how my ex-business partner's and my ex-husband's ex-girlfriend ended up living with my brother in Colorado about 4 years ago...
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