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Friday, April 22, 2011

Chapter 18

News about illegal immigrants had started showing up all the time now, stirring some heated online debates. Here are some posts from Chuck.

Jan. 18
I helped ONE -
just ONE to get themselves illegally into my country
and she has fucked up my life beyond belief.
Jan. 20
yeah - I got one up here I gotta send back
Feb. 28
Interesting phrase, "Sociopaths watch and study real humans " - took me over 4 years to realize that someone close to me does NOT react to logic/reasoning like most of us
I've studied sociopaths for only a few months now, but realize there is only one solution to deal with my own personal situation
have no contact
the lying and stealing still continue,
but I am working towards a solution where this person will no longer be in my environment -
ummm - LEGAL solution I should stress . .
and interesting resource for information and comments on sociopaths I found is at lovefraud.com
One comment I read in there is that one of the safest ways to deal with sociopaths is to treat them like an alien
which in some sort way they ARE
I've also read there is NO CURE for these kind of people - and one's best bet is to JUST GET AWAY
I'm reminiscent of a song called "Man Eater" - "She'll chew you up and spit you out"
Well, in my 58 years, I've never met anyone that fits the bill like this one does
Man eater? I really did have to laugh at that one. Honey, you clearly have no clue what being chewed up and spit out looks like.

I got my electric bill for January: $600. February was $700. In March it dropped to $550.

March 4
I helped a sociopath to get into my country, now she is ruining my life
And I can't believe that my "friends" are still calling her a "nice old lady"
There is a REASON that she came here illegally - they don't get it . .
March 10
Subject: Someone was arrested at a protest and posted about their jail experience.
Last time I was involved with the cops, I refused to talk with them unless they provided me with a lawyer for the 4 hours they held me in lockup
Despite having over 500 bucks in cash, and a fast-food place across the road, and numerous requests and willingness to pay for some food, they refused to feed me
In case it's not apparent, he's talking about the night he was arrested for beating the window out of my house. I'm delusional? No one replied to that post. 

April. I see Chuck walk out to the creek, which is totally against the rules. He had told me to stay away from his yard and he's been told him to stay out of mine. So I take some deep breaths and march out to confront him. There's a piece of carpet out there to keep the entry clear to the little trail that goes down to the creek. He picks it up, shakes it off, puts it back in place. Looked like a sign of peace, or at least a “let's talk,' to me. We really do have to learn to live together here, after all, for the time being. Besides, he's supposed to replace my window. 
 
So, I thank him for shaking the rug and mention what a strange and harsh winter it has been. We discuss the weather for a bit, then it starts to lightly rain. He says he loves the rain and it's warm enough now to be out in it. I agree.

Then it starts to rain really hard, so we run over to his greenhouse, laughing. He offers me a beer. Waves of relief are rushing over me. We talk about summer coming and gardening. I tell him how much I have missed him and worried about him. He tells me that he has been quite ill; something is wrong with his stomach. He is quite sure that it is brought on by the stress of his situation here.

I offer that perhaps his problem is actually mental, and caused by his mother. He replies, “Oh, my mom's not so bad.”

I say I have been pretty stressed out, too. Having a window beaten out of my house is one of the more stressful things I've ever had to deal with.

I didn't beat the window out, Maria. All I did was knock on the door too hard and the glass broke.”

Oookay, well, I am very sorry that you have all this stress. I certainly don't want you to 
be ill. It can so easily be remedied, you know. All I ask from you is that you pay for your electricity.”

Don't even go there, Maria.”

With a sharp intake of breath, I said, “I guess there is nothing else to be said then.” I looked into his eyes and thought, “Fish eyes. It's like looking into dead fish eyes. Empty.” I turned around and walked away.

He called out, “Hey, you forgot to tell me how much you love me.”