No, I can't, nope, sorry, not gonna be able to do it

Ok so I read Cherish's post and it made me remember THE situation that turned me into the Boss Bitch that I am today. This is the situation that allowed me to start saying Nope, No, Sorry I can't help you out...

So when I got my first real job I wanted out of my parents house right away. Shoooot I was making $25K... I thought I was BIG TIME. So I got myself an apartment in the gulliest gutter of Newark. So I stayed like 3 years there. It was good to me. So one night I cam home and thee were police cars all outside and people packed in the lobby. I thought nothing of it. So I go up to my apartment. Since I lived alone I never shut doors. Like the kitchen door bedroom door... So I walk in and all the doors are shut. My cat walks up to me I say "Hey baby!" then go in my room. I'm going through my bags and I hear a man say my name. Why are 2 MuthaFers sitting on my couch? Now I will finish that story another day.

So with that I decided to move.

I ended up buying a condo. Well about a month before I was supposed to move I come home and find a note on my door from the chick who lived down the hall. Now I'd never talked to this chick a day in my life. The note just said "I need to talk to you..." Then she comes a knockin... She's been evicted. Could she keep a bookcase in my apartment. I say yes... Home girl props open my door and proceeds to move HER WHOLE ENTIRE APARTMENT into mine. Complete bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, Everything she owned. My apartment was full. There was only a small path to the fridge and to my bedroom left. And her stuff smelled like bacon and mothballs. I told chick I was moving and she couldn't leave all this stuff. i was about to move. She said she'd be back in 2 days to get it. Well a month and a couple of PTO days later stuff was still there. She'd say she was coming. I'd take off of work and chick wouldn't show. I ended up having to stay an extra month. Then when she finally did show up she told me she needed me to rent her a u-haul. Now she ahd gone too far... She left me with a number to reach her and said she'd be back. She never came. I called the number... it was disconnected.

I threw her shit out.

Everything. Except her sofa and love seat it was hot. I gave it to my man. she showed up the day I was moving the last of my stuff out cussin and crying and threatening me and shit... I just kept on. I told her. You took advantage of me and I had to do what I had to do.

Fast forward 6 years later... One day I get all these messages from my friends to call them right away. I mean friends who live across the country. Hmmm that was strange. I'm terrible at returning messages and all so I go about my day. Log onto myspace... Well homegirl found me on myspace and sent all types of crazy threatening messages to me. AND she sent messages to my friends that I stole her stuff and they don't really know me and that I'm HIV positive... Most of my friends remembered the incident and cftu. the others were just confused and were like "whatever..." I got a new myspace page and that was that. But the funny thing is that I had a picture of my son sitting on the couch!