Psycho
I knew it was over long before I could actually get rid of her.
The day she started an arguement over a kebab (her demonic screams over a lack of a tomato on it cleared the room during a festive get together). A whole room had heard her request "everything except tomatoes, you know how I hate them . . ."
Her conversational skills bordered on tourettes. If you can imagine the rage-filled "infected" from 28 Days Later with no real speech, only wordless throat-wrenching screams and flailing arms.
She used to insist that every picture of me that I showed any friends had to have her in it with me - even my own personal MSN profile.
She had even moved in without asking me after only a few months, I came home and all her stuff was taking residence in my flat - she still refused to pay half of my rent.
Rather than bringing up any concerns, or even discuss anything, she'd wait till we were attending a good natured dinner party at a friend's house before publicly shouting things like: "this bastard refuses to buy me a new bed".
She bordered on violent when I wouldn't give the drunken bitch her car keys, and at christmas she spent 3 hours on my phone to her ex in Canada and asked to go on holiday with him and saying that he was the one true guy for her - she still refuses to see why this may annoy a current boyfriend.
So I knew it was over when it started, but the trick was getting rid of her in such a way that she wouldn't become agressive after I'd chucked her out and make my life hell.
Mission accomplished, but that's another story.
(Barry Subchimp, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 10:33, Reply)