Man. What a crappy weekend! Charles moved in Saturday morning. I went over and helped him with the big items. We got all done around noon. Then I headed over the Loretta's rental property to help her work on getting that property in shape to rent.
I got home around 9 on Saturday night. Charles was upstairs sharing a bottle of wine with Dawn. Bing was at work. Dawn and Charles were enjoying themselves. I joined them in a glass. Charles kept drinking more and more.
Around 10 or so Dawn headed off to bed. She was not feeling well. She said that white wine didn't agree with her very much. I also decided to get some sleep since I wanted to get a lot of work done on Sunday.
Charles was pretty drunk by this time. He took some bottles of wine and my Country Western CD's downstairs. Around midnight I was awoken with the sound of his stereo blasting. I went downstairs. Charles was blitzed out of his mind. I told him to turn it down.
The rest of the night descend into a drunken hell. He kept sucking down more and more wine, and kept getting wierder and more dangerous. He would stumble upstairs and follow me around. He kept attacking me and trying to get me into a fight. I ended up with a bleeding lip once when he caught me with a left hook on the head when I wasn't paying attention. I ended up giving him some good kicks, but he was oblivious to pain.
At one point he broke into my bedroom to force me to wake up to talk. I left him in there and went to the sofa. I heard him stumbling around in my room, then I heard this crash outside. He had wandered out onto my little balcony and fell off into the patio below. I don't know how he survive it. He was blind drunk outside raging and staggering around.
Eventually he collapsed and I tried to go to sleep. Then Dawn came running into my room and woke me up. She was in a panic. She said that Charles had come into her room without in clothes on and had crawled into her bed. I knew the he was in no condition for reasoning, or even a beating from me. Nothing would register. So told Dawn to sleep in my room and I stayed up guarding my door. I could hear Charles thrashing around in Dawns room. Who knows why.
When I woke up around 10 Charles was gone. We don't know where he went. Poor Dawn was terrorfied. I went out and bought a lock for her door so she could lock herself in a night.
Later that afternoon Charles came home. I had planned on kicking his teeth in and kicking him out. He had crossed the line as far as I am concerned. It is one thing to attack me. I can handle myself and I can defend myself. It is another to invade the privacy of my housemate. Dawn is just a 25 year old student who wants a safe place to live. She doesn't need this. I don't need this. The first night he is here he gets drunk and ruins everything.
Well. He staggered in around 4 so drunk that he was literally blind. He said that he could not see and had lost his vision. Bing was with him. I could tell that she was very angry. I was angry too. Here he was still blind drunk 12 hours later.
Again. He was in condition to listen to reason, or anything. All I could do was hope he fell asleep. He was in an ugly mood and was yelling at Bing and anyone else who would listen.
Dawn's sisters were visiting her upstairs. She heard Charles come in downstairs drunk. So she and her sisters fled somewhere. I don't blame them. I told Bing that she has to stay with him despite the fact that she hated him and wanted to kill him. I told her that I do not want Charles going upstairs. I do not want him talking to Dawn. I told Bing that if she left, Charles would wander upstairs to "talk" to Dawn, or who knows what. I would not let that happen.
After a while this guy Dawn is dating, Tom, showed up to rent a video and spend the evening with her. Between Tom and Bing I felt it was safe enough to go get some dinner and see a film myself. Charles was quiet. I assumed that he had passed out.
I got home around 10:30. Tom was still there. Bing was gone. Charles was passed out cold downstairs. Dawn told me that Bing had called to let her know that she had a car accident. She had driven into a tree and totaled her nice car. Bing was ok but was in the hospital under observation. Bing's boyfriend was passed out drunk downstairs oblivious to all the damage he had caused.
It is now Monday morning. Bing called me around 7 to let me know that she was going to be ok. She was home and had spent the night in the hospital. I went downstairs and Charles was no where to be found.
I just went to work. Charles is here acting as nothing happened. He walked over to my desk and told me that stupid Bing crashed her car but that it was repairable. I think that he has no idea what he did.
Friggin amazing. I am so angry that I am spitting nails. I don't need this crap. Dawn doesn't need this crap. No one does. Why does he feel it is ok to inflict hell on everyone around him?
Well. I guess I need to ponder my options.
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