"You can't be picky with friends right now"

Something Nick told me after I explained that something was off about the couple we befriended in our apartment complex. Yes, it's nice having friends who live so close BUT I was more than accurate with my assumptions. I can read people, and am pretty good at weeding out the creeps, extreme weirdos (I love normal weirdos), liars, and especially the fakes.

Last night is so blog-worthy I had dreams of writing about it.

Alright, maybe I should start from our first encounter. We went to the pool about 3 weeks ago, had some drinks...a few people got drunk (not me bc I was watching Pieter). Of course the more alcohol they consumed the more they opened up. I found out that he is 30 and she is 18. 18!!! Okay, my little sister is 20 and when I found out she was seeing a 32 year old I wanted to beat the crap out of him. I do understand that if it's meant to be it's meant to be, but 12 years age difference?? After a few more glasses of wine she told me I need to find God, to let him into my life. These people JUST met me. How would they know if I have God in my life or not? I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I used to go to church (mostly for the hot boyz...but I did learn things too).

Our second meeting we went out for dinner and a movie. I mentioned it in a past blog but left out all the juicy details because there was a chance they could read it. The walk there was fun...but after they (remember she's 18) knocked back a few at Ruby Tuesdays the conversation turned incredibly uncomfortable for Nick and I. Something about her dad dying and her turning to a 40 year old man from Sugardaddy.com. He was curious why her phone "suddenly started working again." He called her out, she went to the bathroom for 10 minutes. I went in to find her reapplying her makeup after she had obviously been crying. He apologized to us for being rude, but I couldn't get over how uncomfortable I was. I left the movie early. I told Nick after he made it home that I just couldn't be friends with them...that I got a horrendously bad vibe from the two.

Last night was supposed to be fun and it was, until about 11:30. I like her drunk...except for the preaching. I'm down to hear people's stories about how they found God and stuff, but do NOT force that shit on people. She's 18 boning a 30 year old, she drinks at 18, she talks about making out with girls...she's not perfect, but she preaches to me like she is. He's the same, but he doesn't do it until he's so far gone we can't make out half of what he's saying. She made a drunken comment...well actually she asked Nick and I a personal question and he (her man) went NUTS. I've never seen what I saw. He was smiling/crying/yelling at the same time. He told her she wasn't the one he was going to marry, that he should just go back to his ex. I don't think she her the ex part. He left the house, came back, left, came back and everytime asked her if she was coming. I didn't feel comfortable with her going. I felt like something bad would happen. I made her stay till about 1am.

The last time he came back up he convinced her to follow him home. I felt uneasy about it, but I knew I had no right to stop her if she wanted to go. About 10 minutes later I heard him yelling at her outside our apartment. Nick went down to see why they were coming back (keep in mind my son was asleep...and her man was LOUD) and I overheard her cry, "why did you have to hit me!" I had her come back up and asked her if he's hit her before...apparently he's got a domestic abuse charge on him from a few weeks ago. After calming her down and Nick calming him down they went home again.

We've randomly had the fire alarm pulled a few times in the complex...always super late at night. All the tenants are evacuated and all apartments are cleared by the fire department each time. It typically takes about an hour. Turns out he pulls the fire alarm. He pulls it when he's drunk and furious with her then kicks her out of the house. She has no where to go. Last night he did it again and she came over here. I called 911. Cops came, firetrucks came, everyone was evacuated and PISSED bc it was now 2am. I told the fire department who it was and everyone was allowed to go back in .

She stayed here until the cops offered to escort her back to the house. They weren't able to find him...and that's the last I've heard.

Throughout all the yelling, crying, sirens, and cop knocks my son managed to sleep through the entire event....thank God...

Also, Nick and I have decided to no longer let them in our house. I don't feel comfortable with emotionally unstable people in the same vicinity as my son...his dad was enough for me.

Update: He was arrested. Found hiding in a bush. He threw down, resisted arrest. They were kicked out 3 days later. Fucking weirdos.