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My Crazy Friend Alyssa
I met Alyssa at the housing complex I moved to after my divorce. She seemed a little bit crazy and unpredictable, perhaps I saw myself in her but it was times ten. At the time she had a boyfriend or rather two boyfriends that she went back and forth to. Alyssa had custody of her two children. She said she had four kids but the other two resided with her father. Alyssa was originally from the north part of our province. She was an aboriginal woman that only dated white men, her words not mine, but it was true. She was tiny with really long, black hair. She loved to joke around and she was great at making people laugh.
I will go back a little bit to the part when I first moved into the complex with my two teenage boys. I was working at a school as an educational assistant. I assisted students with learning disabilities. I was off for the summer and collected employment insurance or worked part time doing respite work. I didn't really want to bother with anyone from the complex because from what I witnessed they all seemed like party animals and most of them didn't work or have a car. I may have thought I was better than them in some small way. I thought I am going to move out of here soon anyways, so it's best not to bother with anyone. I know it sounds snobby. It was hard for us because we went from living in a five bedroom house with an outdoor pool to a housing project, "The Ghetto" as my children called it.
I'm not sure how it all started but it was when my new boyfriend and I had broke up for a few months and we were moving out of the ghetto. I guess I was lonely and I think I babysat for Alyssa and that's how it all started. Anyway, she told me that she was moving out to. My boys at this time were seventeen and eighteen years old and were moving with their father now which is such a long story I will have to tell another time.
Now it was just me looking for an apartment for the first time ever living by myself. With my first marriage I had moved directly from my parents in with my new husband. After the marriage ended I had lived with my two boys and now all by myself. It was a strange feeling and I was a little bit scared. Alyssa had also now been all alone; all of her children were now in the custody of her ex-husband.
We were both in our late thirties and had so many new changes to deal with. She was moving and had nowhere to go and I found a place. She asked me if she could stay with me and I couldn't say no. She moved in all her stuff and because I didn't take any furniture but my bed the place seemed quite cozy. I paid the rent; she didn't have any source of income at the time.
We had disagreements about company coming over. I remember waking up to some strange people being over. One time I woke up and Alyssa was drinking with a transvestite. I didn't really fit in and made everything awkward. Her friend the transvestite left. I have nothing against anyone but I felt unsafe in my own home. She invited people over who she met on some chat phone line. I felt unsafe and I told her how I felt. She didn't really understand where I was coming from.
Alyssa told me later that she used to be a prostitute when she was younger. It all made sense to me now. She didn't have any money and this was a known source of income. She may have been doing this again. Furthermore, she was telling people that I was her girlfriend; I suppose this was to arise some interest in men coming over.
I was depressed and lonely from all of my life changes. I was actually on a leave from work and was to go back soon. Just the week before I started work my ex-boyfriend somehow got a hold of me. He said he wanted to marry me now. I was happy because even though I said I hated him I still really loved him. I just wanted to be with one person and live in a safe place.
Shortly after I told Alyssa that I was moving and that if she could get welfare or a job she could stay in the apartment. She wasn't happy but she said she was moving back up north to where her mom was. I still think about her and worry about her sometimes. I hope she is doing okay. I have no way of contacting her.
We learned a lot from each other and we did have some good laughs through all of our life's changes.