Maybe, someday she'll become better educated about schizophrenia and forgive me for what I did to my father and stepmonster. She and her mother would let me help myself to fruit in their dining room, and provided an empathic ear when I'd go off about my stepmonster's (adoptive mother by law) emotional abuse. She was a good source of support when I was growing up and going through my awkward teenage years. Apparently she makes enough to buy a house, which I've never seen. I met Walter, her live in boyfriend, once a long time ago, but don't remember what he looks like. She actually became a little irked that I grilled her. Songs on the radio suggested to me that she was getting beat up, and I was really worried about it. I may have drove her away when I was paranoid that she was getting beat up. ![]() Her mother died when I was in jail for that crime she had a massive heart attack. She found out that I tried to burn down my dad's house and joined my family in obtaining a no contact order. We were friends from 1980 to 2002 (22 years). But we managed to preserve the friendship anyway. ![]() We had vastly different philosophies on whether or not to have children, and religion. My other best friend, Angie, was my childhood best friend. This is when I stopped talking to her or visiting her. I got my ideas about vampires from the author, Anne Rice. At one point, I thought she had turned into a vampire. I didn't trust any of the friends and other associates with my daughter, and I was afraid Bonnie would talk me into ignoring my daughter or spanking her, like she used to do with her kids. This was the time I gave my youngest daughter up for adoption. As soon as her son was old enough not to run out in the streets in the mornings, I left Bellingham, WA where we lived and went down to California. I have to honestly say she took me for granted. I even tutored her in precalculus when she was in community college. I was always amazed at all the puns she could come up with. She can be quite charming when she wants to be, and is a consummate actress. I was happy to let her do most of the talking, since I've always been the quiet type. Her mother let me stay with them after me and my ex husband separated, because I didn't have anywhere else to go. But then again, she was there for me after my divorce. If she ever saw me crying, she'd get disgusted with me. She never did say thank you for the things I did for her kids. But, I figured after 9 years of loyal friendship, free babysitting in the mornings when she refused to get up with her children, helping her out in general with her two kids, and other things I did for her, she'd miss me enough to forgive me. I should know better then to expect forgiveness from a drug addict. She never forgave me for that.Īctually, she's no saint. I also thought that he was raping my best friend. I did have some violent experiences with several cops which only fed my paranoid delusions.Īnyway, I wrote about what I saw Randy, Bonnie's boyfriend, do to her son in my head and published it on a website, along with the names of several men, some of whom were actually sexually abusive, and some of whom weren't. I was scared of all cops, too, and believed they were all perpetrators of domestic violence. ![]() I did try to stop these people from possibly molesting children by calling the police on them or talking to firemen about it. At one point I actually believed every man was a rapist and a child molester. People who would hold their child by the crotch or set a child on their crotch. I actually saw people that could be child molestors when I was travelling around. I assume this was caused, in part, by the fact that I was seriously molested when I was eight years old. I saw her boyfriend molest her son in my head and assumed it was a real experience for the boy. I thought, when I was actively psychotic, that I was receiving clairvoyant and precognitive visions. Maybe, they just don't trust me to make sense or act "normal." In the past, I've acted very irrationally, and when I was paranoid made accusations that weren't true. The stigma of this illness, I'm sure, is what caused them to cut off all communication with me. I still miss my two best friends, Bonnie and Angie. First off, I wish to say that I have made new friends, although none I could call a best friend.
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