Springer always has the "I love you, but..." moments. It's always what comes after the "but" that makes it fun. Could be anything from faux lesbians who have extorted $14,000 from you to your "girlfriend" once being called Larry and never having told you about it. Maury is all about paternity tests.
What does beezel do to make $44k/year while simultaneously allowing himself to be scammed out of 32% of that? I mean, this is why some people are allowed to live alone, but not manage their own money.
This was a heck of a way to wake up. Thank you Jedi Council Community. End the friendship, kick her out and sue her.
I've lived with a lot of housemates in my life; many women, many men. Bills are split evenly. Lives are lived independently. There is no 'we'. There are no shared accounts. There's barely any shared food, besides sugar, tea and cleaning products. Sometimes not even the tea. You are not responsible for your housemate. And if you still like her, you should stop.
There was never any friendship. Someone that scams you out of $14K while taking advantage of your emotions (so as to not use a more colorful term) is not and has never been your friend. Beezel, assuming your story is still true, you have no options here other than the legal ones. Have you filed fraud claims with your credit card companies? If you haven't done so you've waited too long. Also hire a good attorney and assess all the options available for you...as well as any potential risks/pitfalls. The attorney can draft the documents and file them at the nearest small-case court where she will cited for a hearing where she will be notified of her eviction and impending lawsuit. As others have said, she will then probably decide to either seduce you and make you dismiss both the lawsuit and the eviction notice. Or she could get real nasty and claim that you two were in some sort of sexual relationship and try to sell to the judge that everything was done with your consent. Regardless, you could be heading into an even messier legal drama, so your better prepare yourself and cover all bases so that you're not screwed further.
No, she didn't. Man, now I wish I'd saved that somewhere. It would be hilarious. I vaguely remember her talking about sitting on the front porch as a young child.
Anyone else remember when Whitey was writing his? He was like 19. Was gonna call it Memoirs of a Gaysha.