I'm waiting for my FI to come out of surgery (torn Achilles) and this lady across from me is driving me nuts. I can smell her from ten feet away, She won't shut up and has told every single person in the waiting room that she had to walk across a bridge because she isn't allowed at the bus stop by her house after her FI was in a fight there last week. That if she didn't have to be here so early she could have had her case worker bring her, and that her FI is in surgery because of said fight. Also that the fight had something to do with her baby daddy and her kids foster parents not doing what they are supposed to be doing. Whenever someone sits down she tells them the story, if they have the guts to get up and walk away she either follows them or finds someone else to bother. She is also peppering her conversations with random stories of previous injuries, and very inappropriate tales of woe. All of this done in the most horrible English I have heard in a while.
Mental illness is a horrible thing to have to live with. I feel bad for her but in the same moment I wish she would stop talking.
Thank God for my laptop and earphones.
I'm going to Hell for hating on other people.