Okay, so when she got back from her little church thing. I confronted her, and she started smiling. I stopped my rant, and asked her wtf was wrong with her, and she told me it was payback. Apparently, I ate her lunch she packed for work, four times(which I don't remember doing) and she never said anything, but she said the last straw was when I drunk her chocolate milkshake a few days ago (which I do remember doing). She said she'd been waiting for me to get some fast food, so she could exact her revenge; which is why she kept saying, she only wanted the milkshake. That still had me in the dark, because she didn't know I was going to get an extra order for later, so I asked her what her plan was exactly...
This crazy bytch told me, when I came in and started eating, she was going to start yelling and screaming about a spider. When I got up to go kill the imaginary spider, she was going to dash back into the living room, grab my food, run to our room, lock the door, and eat everything while I banged on the door.... This woman teaches our youth for a living. Just let that sink in.
She told me when she saw the extra box, she changed her plan. She sat there and watched me eat, while sipping on her shake, on some
shyt, waiting for me to get the itis, and that's exactly what happened. After I fell asleep, she said she ate my wings and things, right in front of me.
Me- why didn't you just say something to me about eating your food.
Her- You always say it's better to show than tell.
Me-
She's gotten so vindictive and childish... I'm really rubbing off on her.
