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I Want Mysteries Solved

Well, my mystery has been solved.

For many months now I have been undergoing harassment at my rooming house. It's been everything from my stuff in the kitchen being broken or stolen, to a punctured tire on my car parked near the house, to black widow spiders in my room repeatedly when there were never any kind of spiders in the house, my mail thrown in the street, etc.

If you've read my Featured story you know that I grew up around a group of political crazies and my mother belonged to what amounted to a generational cult. This group of people have, through a good part of my life, done some pretty serious stuff to harass me and put me under their (and my mother's) control. So...these incidents scared me into a very bad, fearful state of mind. At times, I became convinced my mother's people were harassing me, perhaps to get me to move back to Los Angeles where they could watch me more closely. It scared me and threw me into a nervous depressed state of mind.

Now, after driving myself crazy (or crazier) for months, trying to figure out which of my 5 roommates was perpetrating this kind of situation, I had narrowed it down to 2 main suspects. My #1 suspect was a guy I actually liked and I didn't want it to be him.

It was him.

He died a few weeks ago. The harassment stopped. Then...the manager went through his room...and found his crack pipe.

And I found out he was 3 months behind on rent, but the owners of our building felt sorry for him due to his poor health and did not want to evict him.

It now appears to me that he was hoping to accept some money from someone to rent my room out (kind of like a finder's fee) and so trying to get me to move. At least that is what I now believe.

I also figured out why ALL my first aid supplies and OTC medicines kept disappearing. I would awaken in the middle of the night with an upset stomach or headache, look for my meds in the bathroom cupboard assigned to me, and curse myself for being old and forgetful as I searched everywhere and then gave up, stuck with whatever misery had woken me up. Then I'd buy some more and a month or so later, when I needed them, they weren't here. I believed I was misplacing them in my clutter or forgetting where they were. A couple of nights ago, I cut my arm, woke up, searched for the huge box of bandaids, went into the bathroom only to find the entire shelf of meds missing. Finally, I figured it out.

The relief I am feeling is huge. This was not done by my mother's people at all! It was a crack head roommate. I didn't realize the tension and fear I was feeling until it was over. Now I am free of the fear that "they" are still out there, still interested in controlling my life. Most of them have died off or are very old. They have mostly lost interest in me.

Apparently, there are other reasons people act crazy and do bad things to people. One of them is a really bad crack habit.
MikeSp · 56-60, M
Glad to hear this is resolved and you can live in peace.
nowic2 · 61-69, M
Thank goodness that's over now. Can understand it would have been driving you crazy. Hope you can enjoy life now.
SINAI · T
I'm so sorry for your loss.
greenmountaingal · 70-79, F
@SINAI ?
The roommate. Or all my stuff?
xixgun · M
The fucker’s dead. Congrats
Quizzical · 46-50, M
Glad it's resolved 🤗

 
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