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OK...this is bad.

My roommate is this chick in her mid 40's...I moved in here like a month ago when I came down from SF and I took the place cause it was the first place I could find on short notice. (and I did'nt have to pay a deposit) It's also a pretty damn nice place. Everything seemed cool.

Two days later she tells me she lost her job. OK I say...as long as you pay the rent...I'm not on the lease so I could give a shit....good luck...hope you find a job.

Then I find out she has had two DUI's and has to go to jail every weekend.

And then I find out how wierd whe is.

So I roll with the punches...and I've been dealing with it...cause...ya know...I'm not home all that much to have to deal with her...and I don't really need to be her best friend or anything...I just need to keep neat and say HI now and then.

Today was her first day in jail...and so I did her a favor and drove her there (since she does'nt have a car) . Next thing I know four hours later she comes in the apartment crying and all upset that they kicked her out of jail and they yelled at her and this and that.

Now first of all...I don't even want to know how the fuck someone gets kicked out of jail. But from what it sounds like to me...they did her a favor...I'm not sure she's fit to be in that place cause next thing you know she starts going on about how she'll kill herself before going back and she almost did it last week.

SCREEEEEEEEECH!

Whoa...did you just say KILL yourself.

Now I'm about to lose it. I tried my best to encourage her to think about the situation and get some perspective, and to think about what she's really talking about. I tackled it head on...and questioned her about suicide... But I'm in way over my head here.

I just want to shake her by her shoulders, smack her around and say...LOOK...WAKE THE FUCK UP! I don't really like this woman so much as tolerate her...but I have to do what I can to ensure she does'nt hurt herself out of human decency...but at the same time...I REALLY NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS. What a nightmare. WOW...

Right now...I'm genuinely torn between concern for her, and concern for what the hell I got myself into.

I feel bad for her...she really is'nt built to handle this kind of stress. She's very weak...I wish I could take this kinda shit away from people. But I can't. And I don't feel like the things I have to say...help her situation much. I don't think I come off a sympathetic...cause when people start talking about suicide I get a little firm and direct.

And now here I am...the unwitting participant is all this DRAMA. All I neeId in my life is to wake up to a gunshot and find someone else I know has cashed in their chips and called it quits...and wonder once again if there is something I should have or could have done to stop it...

FUCK!

Advice would be good right about now.

Or a room for rent...