The irony. She wasn’t abandoned when I co-signed the lease, or when I paid her deposit, or when I covered her overdraft fees, bailed her out of a botched Airbnb situation, or sent her $500 “just until Friday,” which turned into radio silence for 4 weeks. No one called me then to ask how I felt.
Bethany didn’t talk to me for 2 days after the wedding. Then she showed up outside my apartment. Emily saw her through the peephole and didn’t open the door. Bethany banged for about 10 minutes, loud, rhythmic knocks like a kid trying to start a fight. Emily finally cracked the door open and asked her what she wanted. Bethany didn’t even say hi, just launched straight into demands.
She said she had 5 days to pay rent, and she’d already blown through her summer job money, that she was banking on the tuition deposit, that I had no right, that I had a moral obligation to follow through. Emily told her I wasn’t home. That was a lie; I was in the living room, but I wasn’t interested in speaking through a door. Not until she showed some kind of remorse, which she didn’t.
