Joe is my boss, colleague and friend. He’s 49 and lives in New Jersey.
Apparently, his crazy (soon to be ex-)wife went over to his house today. She has a restraining order on him (through lying to the judge and pretending she’s fearful of him), yet shows up at his front door. She complained about being unable to feed herself with the $250 allowance she gets from him every week (bearing in mind she has all bills and rent paid, so this is 100% spending money), accused him of having a girl in the house, etc. He explained that he can’t afford to give her any more than that, and then lo and behold, what does she see? My pedigree cat, who Joe is minding for me while I wait on her to get clearance to enter the UK. This is now “evidence” to her that he’s loaded, and just purchased an expensive pedigree!
Anyway, he’s a sucker – just like me – so instead of calling the cops on her, he went inside to get her $200 to make her go away. While he was in the house, she started poking around his truck (because he leaves it unlocked) and found a small teddy bear inside it. Wow! This is my fault, too. My friend and colleague from Pakistan, called Ahmed, kindly sent me a box of chocolates and a teddy for my birthday (which was so sweet of him, I still can’t believe it!). I gave him Joe’s address to send it to because I didn’t know what he was sending and kind of considered Ahmed a business colleague at the time, so just gave him the business address. So anyway, that is how Joe happened to have this teddy bear riding around in his truck with him. But of course, his crazy wife thinks this belongs to some secret girlfriend of his! She then proceeded to threaten him, informing him that both he and his “girlfriend in California” (he has a female friend in California who she thinks is his girlfriend) are “going down.”
This just reminds me so much of Rusty. The exact same lunatic stuff. Screaming, yelling, threats… poor-me stories about how he’s such a victim… then begging for money… then more screaming and yelling. Recently I’ve even been told that he hopes I get hit by a train, but live through it so I can live in pain and agony like he does every day (bearing in mind he’s STILL living in the house we shared, mortgage 100% paid by me, electricity paid by me, trash collection paid by me, lawn care paid by me, not to mention the roughly $450 I’ve sent him over the last month to help him out with the gas bill, phone bill, internet bill and food (yes, I know, I shouldn’t have, but I thought it would get him off my back – yeah right)). Combined with absolutely crazy interpretations of innocent things. I mean, I would get accused of talking to a boyfriend or girlfriend if I was simply being nice to a call centre worker on the telephone. He’ll read double meanings that are not really there, in the words of others, and accuse me of being their lover.
Our entire relationship is marked not by good times, but by various dramas where he decided that I was a “cheating whore.” One time he logged onto my MSN (which he often did to check I didn’t have “other boyfriends”), and by some bizzare coincidence, a greek guy we both knew from the game we used to play together messages me out of the blue and says something about he’s coming to see London that summer. Well, I hadn’t even spoken to this individual for several months prior to this. He was is no way anything more than an acquaintance, let alone anything more than a friend! If Rusty had not been suspicious in the first place, poking around on my MSN, this would never have happened – this guy would have messaged ME about this, not him, and I’d have been as surprised as Rusty was, and nothing would have come of it – but when you’re always looking for something, you’re eventually going to twist reality so that you find it.
It just seems like these crazy types are all the same, and somehow, they manage to find total suckers like me and Joe to leech off. Can’t wait for him to move out of that house and I can somehow sort the mortgage out to be completely in my name, and he can just be… gone.
