Well V-- turned out to be a bust very quickly. I think this woman was borderline bipolar, and when I say that I mean the borderline of bipolar and needing to be off of the streets.

Remember how I said that she was all nice upfront? I can always read people like a book. I know your story before I open your cover.

V-- did not like me as much as my little sister. I still haven't figured out why but I have been told that people often equated my shyness with snobbery. Maybe she just assumed that since I was older, I was on to her and my sister was still young enough to be persuaded.

We had our first argument not long after the move in. Can you imagine a thirty something year old trying to have a grown up fight with a six year old? Mind you, I was well versed, but what grown woman would waste her breath with a child. I am twenty three and four year olds test my patience to converse.

I honestly do not remember what started the argument, I just remembered her telling me that in addition to making my bed I also needed to do the stuff that my sister normally did just fine on her own. I looked at her very matter-of-fact and stated that "I am not your maid".

Basically, that led to a dialogue of me being an "ingrate" and "spoiled brat" and that "whether she (my sister) likes her and I dislike her, that we both have to do as she says."

I think I dismissed that comment as quickly as the bad hairstyle.

I never told my dad about the conversations because she always got to him first and twisted everything around. This led to me getting lectured on how I need to be nice to V--. I don't think she needed my friendship as bad as that of a therapist.