This story begins about the beginning of June. Pat is my significant other, my life partner. We have been together for six years. She called me one day to tell me that her best childhood friend was in town and she wanted to bring her by the house so that I could meet her. Well, she didn’t bring her by for another three or four days. It turned out to be Ruth Hancox (Ross).
I liked her right off. She was very polite and mannerable. Like Pat, she professed to be a stud. The male counterpart in a lesbian relationship. She would come by with Pat quite often. She was renting a room on the south side of Chicago and she was supposedly the only one in the building.
One day she came by and told me that she had taken a shower and when she went to her room, the maintenance guy was there sitting on her bed. She appeared to be really upset about it. About a week later she came home with Pat and stated that the guy told the landlord that he had found a crack pipe in her room and the landlord told her that she had to leave. She claimed she couldn’t find her rent receipt and the police told her that she had to leave. Unbeknownst to me, she never had one. She also claimed that she had nowhere to go. I later found out that she has a daughter here who has nothing to do with her. So I was kind enough to open my home to her and told her she could stay until she found a place.
When rent time rolled around, she “lost” her debit card and I had to wait for my money. She was lazy and nasty. She would not clean up behind herself. I gave her clothes because all she had were “church” clothes. She wrecked my hardwood floors. She stole from me.
Pat and I started having problems due to lies and rumors that were being spread. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where it was coming from. As it turned out, it was coming from Ruth. She lied and told Pat that I was sleeping around with the guys in the neighborhood. Since they all knew me by name and Pat figured Ruth wouldn’t lie to her, she believed it.
Now mind you, I had never been anything but nice to this woman. I bent over backwards to make her feel welcome and tried to provide her with the things she needed that she couldn’t provide for herself. In the meantime she is talking to my sister and me about her life and upbringing and it is not jelling with what was written in her story. She was still at home at the age of twelve and she was not raped by family members as in her story. Ruth had been hitting on me since the day she got here. And when it all hit the fan about her lies, we got into an argument. She tried to fight me and I called police. I caught a downstate warrant and went to jail.
When I came home, she told me that she and Pat were sleeping together and had been since they were twelve years old. My mate. The person that took her in and took care of her. This was the thanks she gave me. Well needless to say, we got into it again and she left. She left all her clothes here. The clothes were all ladies clothes and none of them were church clothes. Ruth, it turned out, was fish.
I’ve spoken to her since she left my home. She is still trying to create problems between Pat and myself. But I’ve decided to let go and let God in. He’ll handle it for God doesn’t like ugly. And she is truly an ugly person.
