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So, my friend L, (the one who just lost her baby), had her husband asked if a old friend could stay for a week or so. I guess the woman was living with her family, and they couldn't afford the rent anymore, had to move and she couldn't come with them. She's about 22 if I remembered right, with a 7 year old son. L was fine with this. She tries to help when she can, they had a spare bedroom and it was only going to be for a week or so. This women's kid could play with L and S kids. Both L and S by the way, have been known to lend out or rent their spare alot.
All would be great...
Ya'd think...
(This is from what I could remember. Hope I got it right).
L = My friend!
EW = The....guest.
S = Husband
L knew that EW was going to stay for a week. I guess they use a keypad for a doorlock (I never seen them, but it's what L said). L has never seen this woman, only knowing that EW and L's husband's sister use to be best friends but split a few years back for unknown reasons. Anyway, L gets home only to see EW in what could only be described as nightwear. For honeymooners. On a night wife wants to impress. On her living room couch.
EW: ?!?! Who The FUCK are you?!
L: ... I'm L... S's wife. I'm guessing your EW.
EW: Uh....
L: Why are you dressed like that...?
EW: I didn't know he was with someone!
(Bullshit. L has overheard their converstations by being in same room. Her husband made it clear that his wife was helping her out by trying to get her uncle to fix EW car if EW could pretend to be L's friend), and he might have a job lined up.
Only then did L realize something. Her living room was rearrainge. Seemed that EW decided to change furiture around.
L: Why the hell did you move my stuff!?
EW: Well S told me to clean up the place...
L: He meant pick your stuff up!
Then L realized something even worst. She saw that her great grandma's table was painted.
L: Why.... What the hell !?
EW: It looked faded!
L: Because it was over a hundred years old! It was my great Grandmas!
EW at this point finally went into her room to change, and kept quiet.
Now, there really isn't anyway she couldn't have possibly known S was married to L. They had pics of them all over the house, them and their other kids. S has also stated that he had a wife named L.
L was sending texts to her husband at work at this point. Very pissed off, but keeping temper. (I would have killed the girl. At least kicked her out....)
Husband gets home. L has also realied by this time that EW has ate a good portion of their food. Didn't ask, just ate a good chunk. L would have been ok with that, had she asked, but no. EW just ate. Leaving crumbs and crap all over. L was picking up grapes off the couch.
EW: ?? Oh? Is the dog allergic?
L: .... yes. Dogs are allergic. Same with raisans. Plus I don't want food just left on my couch!
EW: ...Oh.
L: "Did you use my child's sippy cup?
EW: Yeah, I'll clean it!
L: Don't bother *toss sippy cup in garbage* (L is a minor germaphobe, but she doesn't want anyone drinking out of her childrens cups).
While S was trying to figure out what was going on, L realized outside that EW had changed flowers around or somehting. She put it back. EW was saying she was very very sorry, and that the flowers looked so much better that way.
L: No shit. that's why I had them that way.
Near bedtime, L was putting many things into the main bedroom. Loudly. S was trying to calm her down, and asking why.
L: I don't want her painting more of my tables or ch airs! *loud enough for her to hear*
The next morning, L saw that her bathroom's makeup, shampoo and all that was moved around. A empty shampoo bottle that was half full the day before was in the trash.
L nearly snapped at this point. She isn't going to be polite. She had a big smile when EW asked S who was the friend that was to help her get a job, and S pointed at L and said that EW had blown her chance.
So anyway, L had an idea. She put Nair into the shampoo bottle, and hid the rest of the bottles in her room. She was gigging all day, as she was hoping so much that she'll come home to see a bald EW.
I'm not sure if the above is a true story. I'll be honest, it seems a little farfetched that someone could do all that. But I've known L for two terms now, and she has never said a story or tall tale, or even lied over anything. She's brutally honest.
(She also said that of all my essays for writing class, she enjoyed my final essay on Positive Effects of Hate, as it was a positive essay compared to all the others. (If anyone wants to read it, it's only two pages. I can send it... I lost the final but have the first draft which is just a few spelling errors).
All would be great...
Ya'd think...
(This is from what I could remember. Hope I got it right).
L = My friend!
EW = The....guest.
S = Husband
L knew that EW was going to stay for a week. I guess they use a keypad for a doorlock (I never seen them, but it's what L said). L has never seen this woman, only knowing that EW and L's husband's sister use to be best friends but split a few years back for unknown reasons. Anyway, L gets home only to see EW in what could only be described as nightwear. For honeymooners. On a night wife wants to impress. On her living room couch.
EW: ?!?! Who The FUCK are you?!
L: ... I'm L... S's wife. I'm guessing your EW.
EW: Uh....
L: Why are you dressed like that...?
EW: I didn't know he was with someone!
(Bullshit. L has overheard their converstations by being in same room. Her husband made it clear that his wife was helping her out by trying to get her uncle to fix EW car if EW could pretend to be L's friend), and he might have a job lined up.
Only then did L realize something. Her living room was rearrainge. Seemed that EW decided to change furiture around.
L: Why the hell did you move my stuff!?
EW: Well S told me to clean up the place...
L: He meant pick your stuff up!
Then L realized something even worst. She saw that her great grandma's table was painted.
L: Why.... What the hell !?
EW: It looked faded!
L: Because it was over a hundred years old! It was my great Grandmas!
EW at this point finally went into her room to change, and kept quiet.
Now, there really isn't anyway she couldn't have possibly known S was married to L. They had pics of them all over the house, them and their other kids. S has also stated that he had a wife named L.
L was sending texts to her husband at work at this point. Very pissed off, but keeping temper. (I would have killed the girl. At least kicked her out....)
Husband gets home. L has also realied by this time that EW has ate a good portion of their food. Didn't ask, just ate a good chunk. L would have been ok with that, had she asked, but no. EW just ate. Leaving crumbs and crap all over. L was picking up grapes off the couch.
EW: ?? Oh? Is the dog allergic?
L: .... yes. Dogs are allergic. Same with raisans. Plus I don't want food just left on my couch!
EW: ...Oh.
L: "Did you use my child's sippy cup?
EW: Yeah, I'll clean it!
L: Don't bother *toss sippy cup in garbage* (L is a minor germaphobe, but she doesn't want anyone drinking out of her childrens cups).
While S was trying to figure out what was going on, L realized outside that EW had changed flowers around or somehting. She put it back. EW was saying she was very very sorry, and that the flowers looked so much better that way.
L: No shit. that's why I had them that way.
Near bedtime, L was putting many things into the main bedroom. Loudly. S was trying to calm her down, and asking why.
L: I don't want her painting more of my tables or ch airs! *loud enough for her to hear*
The next morning, L saw that her bathroom's makeup, shampoo and all that was moved around. A empty shampoo bottle that was half full the day before was in the trash.
L nearly snapped at this point. She isn't going to be polite. She had a big smile when EW asked S who was the friend that was to help her get a job, and S pointed at L and said that EW had blown her chance.
So anyway, L had an idea. She put Nair into the shampoo bottle, and hid the rest of the bottles in her room. She was gigging all day, as she was hoping so much that she'll come home to see a bald EW.
I'm not sure if the above is a true story. I'll be honest, it seems a little farfetched that someone could do all that. But I've known L for two terms now, and she has never said a story or tall tale, or even lied over anything. She's brutally honest.
(She also said that of all my essays for writing class, she enjoyed my final essay on Positive Effects of Hate, as it was a positive essay compared to all the others. (If anyone wants to read it, it's only two pages. I can send it... I lost the final but have the first draft which is just a few spelling errors).
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