I met her around the time she lost her job and she needed someone to complain to about her life and I filled the role of the emotional punching bag. Luckily, that was the last time in my life I ever let a woman use me as an "emotional object." She was in trouble, she lost her job, had no savings and was starting to beg her parents to help her pay for one bedroom basement apartment. She had a falling out with her parents and once she got the job with the airline she moved out on her own. Her apartment was awful because it was filled with cheap Ikea furniture and the place was so full of mold and mold spores that the whole house needed to be torn down. But her landlords would come in after each tenant came and left and just painted the walls where the mold was starting to eat it's way through. On top of that we had a awful downpour in the summer and her basement was flooded and the mold started going crazy. The floor was soaked and smell of mold was absolutely unbearable. Yet she wouldn't stand up to her landlord or move out of that place. Instead, of pulling up her big girl pants she decided it was time to ignore reality and go back to University to become a linguistic or language translator. I told her that they have apps on your phone that can translate what people say with a reasonable amount of accuracy. She was delusional and went back to school to get student assistance to pay her rent. To her it seemed like a great idea at the time. Take on debt to pay for your rent instead of going out and getting job.
(All Photography And Sound by Sandman)
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