I don’t usually answer these, but I have to do so. I was in between my junior and senior year in college and I was fortunate enough to have 2 jobs playing music for excellent money. During the day I was in a German band at Great Adventure in New Jersey, and on weekends I played in a band. I was hard on my cars in college. The year before I bought Chevy Vega wagon with about 30,000 miles on it. It was in excellent condition. Since I was a drummer, it was great on gas and my drums fit in well. By this time, my Chevy Vega had 68,000 miles on it and was using ab out as much oil as gas. I took it to a man who was very knowledgeable about Chevy Vegas.
My ex roommate was harassing me. Every time she started trouble I would go to the police station and bring a print out of her threatening posts or IM. Or her boyfriend trying to add me. Her signing me up for so I get sales calls for her. Her calling me and hanging up then yelling at me when I called back. One of the main issues I had with her was posting poop jokes on my Facebook page. I changed my settings so that no one can post on my page or tag me with my ok.
so she send a group text of a poop joke. 2 years after I moved out. 2 years of no talking. So I responded with a how to apologize message that had several parts apologize. Mean it, change your behavior, do something to make up for the wrong ect. She took that as a threat to her life went all over Facebook about she was scared and needed help and she called the police because her local police department hates her.
The last time I made a report the police said can’t you do anything to get her to stop. I said I am here to get help so she will stop threatening me and harassing me. I tried talking to her with a referee (someone that knows both sides) she won’t because she knows she is wrong. I tried talking to her parents but they are sick of her craziness too and won’t do anything.
I was 15, and this was the second time I had tried to take my life in the last month. The doctor went through the routine questions, what happened, did I have any allergies etc. Before moving on to the slightly more immediate problem of my medical state. I unwrapped the bandages to reveal the wounds and the doctor just looked confused.