I just found out my "girlfriend" is (NOT) a junkie

[moses (2)]

I see that someones attempt to post a serious topic has again descended into farce

ah well time to add my piece

Diva's avatar wears a red beret however the term red beret has now entered into common Dublin slang as referring to the colour of the pubic hair of a lady with red hair - or it could be a reference to a lady with dyed red hair whose curtains do not match the carpet.

As for discovering your girlfiend is a junkie -- advice wise - if she developed the habit whilst she was dating you then help her but if she had this habit beforehand and ignores your pleas - move on she will drag you down

on another note be glad you did not discover your girlfriend is a man

[Dr Evil]

Oh my God. I just contacted her male babysitter and told him, he said he didn't know about the charges, but if she was a dealer there would be a string of junkies queueing outside her home, and since he and his wife live next door this is definitely NOT the case. He's known her for ages, said she was a good mother and all the marks on her arm ARE from her abusive ex-boyfriend, and as for the drugs charges, she took pity on some homeless "friends" of hers, let them have a caravan in her garden, then when they started using/dealing drugs she called the police to get them out and said she didn't want them around her children doing that, and as the householder they held HER responsible-though now it seems that going to court and getting this charge dropped is a formality. But the police have took ALL her identity papers, which is why she had to wait for her claim. As for the CSA they are useless. I going to have to get a second job to do for her what the state and her deadbeat dads should be doing, and we are just friends!
Perhaps I and my supervisor put two and two together and made five, but she should have levelled with me in the first place-it was only natural that I would come to my own conclusions-I have a morbid imagination, and assumed that the "track-marks"-actually cuts and cigarette burns-would develop into poor circulation and one or both of her arms would necrotise and drop off when I took her to concerts, embarrassing me in a similar way to "The Corpse Bride."
As for my supervisor going on about having her put out of her misery and shot, and that I should dissociate myself from her OR ELSE, I think she may have a bit of humble pie to eat-though she doesn't do humble (neither do I, though she's trying to train me) but since she's been badmouthing her all over the village her kids are coming back saying everyone thinks their mother is a junkie-though looking at her arms, other people have made this mistake.
My suspicion was the amount of upkeep she was requiring, but this was all legitimate as well-particularly her teeth, and she really did have to walk all the way from Southampton to New Milton due to my suspicion. Of course, she now sees my supervisor as the Wicked Witch of the West (she does give that impression sometimes) but she was only looking after my back, but shouldn't have spread gossip around the village-though I'm worse putting it on the web, but at least I didn't give her details. Now I know she does not have an expensive drug habit with all the health implications that implies, my ladette to lady project is a lot easier.
Of course, I have to make sure there isn't a cat-fight now. I was walking along the street quite happily, woman-free and all this shitstorm happened. (a bit like the S.J. Esau song) I quite envy those miners trapped underground. And I have to deal with her spending issues before she gets into more trouble. I intend to train her to become a skinflint like myself. It really is like restoring a run-down property.
But I am under no illusions-once I have improved her market value I am quite sure she will be off with a prince. I am happy as a bachelor.
This plot should be on EastEnders. The "discovering she's a male" plot-line sounds interesting-knowing my luck, God has probably got that one lined up for me. Since I'm a bit like Roy Cropper, that would be more Coronation Street. Hailey dosn't look like a young Mia Farrow though. I think fully restored, this neglected piece of ass could have real potential.

[Frank The Bunny]

Too much drama for me, thanks. This rivals any Spooky tale

[Dr Evil]

Too much drama for me, thanks. This rivals any Spooky tale

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17zMTqccHU4

[black francis]

Dr. Evil that is a pretty long, convoluted tale when the simplest explanation is she has a drug problem. In the end I don't know her or you but I know when you want to think the best of the person you gloss over warning signs and readily accept explanations you otherwise might not if you were more detached. Maybe she wasn't dealing but it seems reasonable to think she got involved with drugs especially if they were available and she was suffering trauma (abuse) in her life.

[withahip]

Dr. Evil that is a pretty long, convoluted tale when the simplest explanation is she has a drug problem.

X2


Regardless, you either enjoy the drama or you don't. If you don't, say goodbye.
If you do, stay with and keep us updated!!!!

[moses (2)]

F**K the bunnymen this story is so much better

Write your novel

send us the next installment

[Dr Evil]

I do enjoy the drama, and her company-as for drugs only she knows, but now that I have fixed her urgent problems (tooth abscess, no food or electricity, getting her kid to hospital) and my supervisor has given me a neat get-out clause-either I drop her on Wednesday or I'm out-I think I have done far more for her than anyone else would. I will use the remaining time to attempt to teach her some financial common sense.
Of course, the ultimatum is legally unenforceable, but I'm not telling her that. I'll just see how things pan out for her in court-they will find out the truth and if there is a problem the authorities will give her the help she needs-its not the sort of thing a private individual should take on. To see to her seemingly endless problems I'd have to leave and take a full time job-though perhaps I should anyhow-the new regime has us all treated like serfs.
My supervisor said that it doesn't matter if I'm a saint or she is whiter than white, mud sticks and in a "Christian" school the parents will object if I try to help or associate with the dammed. Which isn't very Christian if you ask me.

[moses (2)]

I do enjoy the drama, and her company-as for drugs only she knows, but now that I have fixed her urgent problems (tooth abscess, no food or electricity, getting her kid to hospital) and my supervisor has given me a neat get-out clause-either I drop her on Wednesday or I'm out-I think I have done far more for her than anyone else would. I will use the remaining time to attempt to teach her some financial common sense.
Of course, the ultimatum is legally unenforceable, but I'm not telling her that. I'll just see how things pan out for her in court-they will find out the truth and if there is a problem the authorities will give her the help she needs-its not the sort of thing a private individual should take on. To see to her seemingly endless problems I'd have to leave and take a full time job-though perhaps I should anyhow-the new regime has us all treated like serfs.
My supervisor said that it doesn't matter if I'm a saint or she is whiter than white, mud sticks and in a "Christian" school the parents will object if I try to help or associate with the dammed. Which isn't very Christian if you ask me.

Sounds like 1939 Germany

now if you where frolicking with a student it would be different

are you sure it is not because you are a bunnymen fan

[Dr Evil]

I try to see the best in people. My supervisor is not the stereotypical monster I had her characterised as, in fact she is an interesting and complex character. She is always trying to teach ME etiquette, but has some issues to address herself.
For example, I had slowed down thinking about my problems, and suddenly realised it was time to speed up because we were leaving early. One of the teachers said I'd missed a bit of dust, I quickly attended to it without speaking since (1) I was concentrating on getting finished and (2) my supervisor (in my mind) had discouraged me from contact with the "higher orders."-the "divide and conquer technique."
She attempted to "discipline" me for not answering back. Eventually I managed to explain that she had given me the impression that we were to be "seen and not heard" and were looked down on by the young women who's rich daddy's had put them through college, and she said this was definitely not the case, and that I was a paranoid class warrior. Being called paranoid by her has to be taken seriously, and she might even have a point. Simply a frank and fair exchange of views. But she has one habit I find so outrageous as to be farcical. If I attempt to explain myself to her, she "allows" me to say the thing she wants to hear, and then as soon as I deviate from the script she commands me to close my mouth, edits out what I said, and inserts her own words! I am very interested in psychology. This seems a bit odd to me. She also goes on about how she was "disciplined" as a child, and how much good it did her. On the other hand, she did try to save me from a supposed dope fiend, even if she wasn't, so she has some good points. The problem is, she sees herself as a guru in just about every aspect of life, never wrong, and once she has made her mind up about someone or some issue, thats it. In some cases this means she resorts to what I would consider ignorant stereotyping-she sees people down on their luck or less (stupendously) accomplished then herself as rubbish. Definitely to the right of your average Daily Mail reader. And she has a thing about proving she is better than the boys-the other two temporary males made their excuses and left quickly. I'm made of sterner stuff, but perhaps I'm cutting my own nose of to spite my face? On the other hand, it's good to be in something recession-proof and just down the road. I have an ethical issue using a petrol driven vehicle to commute, since petrol funds the horrors of Islamic Fundamentalism.
There seems to be a certain level of narcissism at work-though many top managers and executives have this trait. B.P. anyone? Her problem is that I have a massive ego as well. But I think I am the more diplomatic one, despite her claims to the contrary.
Before her junta with it's military discipline and hierarchical structure I could discuss any problem with the teachers. She claims I have misinterpreted her intentions, but I think she has turned a friendly and informal atmosphere into a "them and us" situation, and in turn, the clients have exploited this to ask even more of us.
Someone on another forum joked about me going postal. Which gave me the idea to look for a job as a postman. At least they have a union.
As for musical differences, my supervisor is not a Rozi Plain fan, but then neither am I much of a Bon Jovi fan-she worships him on the level I worship Rozi. But we both agree the Bunnymen were awesome, so she can't be all bad.
Back to my "girlfriend" what she has seen of my films so far so far she has liked, but entertaining her is not a priority, she or I cannot be happy until her problems are all completely sorted out. We are nearly there. I don't know if girlfriend is even the right word. Adopted delinquent daughter perhaps? I certainly have no plans to "take advantage" given the present unequal power relationship between us, and even afterwards I am far too neurotic for such activities. But some nice concerts and trips to the beach might be in order. Frankly, once re-assembled, she deserves a lot better, though she says has had it with relationships and just wants to look after her kids well in any case. It would be sexist to define her success in terms of having a man.

[black francis]

Have you thought about dating your supervisor? Sounds like you two have some serious sexual sparks flying between you two and it sounds like she's jealous of this other chick.

[the ghost of guitarplayer]

Clearly those sexual sparks are flying everywhere. The test is to see, given that the Doc mentions that she thinks that the Bunnymen were awesome, is whether she does a little Internet research on Dr Evil's real self. Maybe after not finding a huge amount of stuff, she thinks to herself "ahh, he likes the Bunnymen". Checks on here, sees someone with the name "Dr Evil" discussing both the Bunnymen and his love of Rozi Plain. Digs further to find a detailed thread about problems with a young lady and mention of his supervisor at work. Then she keeps it to herself later mentioning awkwardly or does not mention it especially after BF's and my comments, in which case she is secretly madly in love with him, or sacks him on the spot during his next shift for detailing what he obviously thinks of her for all to see on the interweb.

[fat cherry]

so, she keeps mentioning the word 'discipline'. That'd be worth getting on your HD camera. As for the paranoid warrior, all your internet chums, at least on this forum, are ready to testify that that is our belief too. Keep it up evils.

[Dr Evil]

She is a married middle aged woman, though I'm nearly fifty, but sometimes look about 16 on a good day. Such a suggestion seems pretty bizarre and I don't believe it myself, but my lady friend said exactly the same thing curiously enough. I have been on the end of some obsessive harassment in my time. There was a 17 year old girl who had a crush on me at work, there was a tough Yorkshire lass who grabbed me in a highly inappropriate manner, stole my bobble hat and said I was sexy without it, and a MAN in a bakery I worked at tried it on into the bargain. I told him I had a headache. I'm not a bit gay, but I ended up teasing him as a scientific experiment. It gave me a valuable insight into the way womens minds work. I used to think teasing girls were cruel, but actually they enjoy using their power, their flirting is almost a kindness. Laura "accidentally" hitched her skirt up revealing a very nice ass and legs in thin black tights (my favourite fantasy by some strange coincidence) and ever the psychologist, I thought this was amusing, but wondered if she could become my deadly addiction. As a trans-humanist I really like to be remote and emotionally uninvolved, because until the Singularity flesh will decay and I do not want to value anything temporal. In this respect I am a bit like the religious fundamentalists I despise.
I have spent more than half my life trying to bring the singularity forward by achieving superluminal signalling, at enormous cost to my career prospects and social life. And despite other distractions, this is all I want really. Some people tell me to get a life, and I am now resentfull of the costs in terms of status. But my supervisor was put out of lorry driving, which she loved, by the governments fuel tax, though she is studying for a new career-she is in the same boat really, and just as resentful.

[moses (2)]

this is great