Old College EX-Friends

I just need to vent a little about this girl... and all my family is tired of hearing about it.

When I was in college I had a crazy roommate, she was only my friend when I was miserable, like if i had a boyfriend and things were going ok she would hate me; and if i was unhappy and with no boyfriend she was my best friend. In our freshman year we were both single and we became almost like sisters, so I agreed to live with her another year, in which she went completely insane.

Before September 11 we were really close and we even celebrated my birthday together, she would invite me to parties with some of the people that she hung out with and we would eat together all the time.

Then September 11 happened and we were all completely shocked with everything that was going on, but her way of dealing with things was to say that they all deserved it, that the gringos brought that upon themselves and that it made no difference to her at all. I grew resentful to her saying those things, but I didn't know how to deal with it so i let it go.

Then I was dating my now husband and she had just broke up with her boyfriend in Mexico. Then a month after September 11 she stopped talking to me out of nowhere. We had a couple of fights after that, once because she broke the plate that my grandmother had given me in my trip to Mexico, another one because I brought a bunch of people to the room when She was sleeping, (Ok, maybe that one was my fault) So she pissed me off and I would only go back to the room once a week!!

I did try talking to her about the problem and why she wasn't talking to me, but she never wanted to talk to me about it. She would just tell me that I knew why she was mad and to stop bothering her. Finally at the end of the semester she moved out, and it just crushed my world. Other than her being crazy i thougtht we were friends and that we could work it out, believe it or not I cried the whole night after she left.

Anyway, the following semester when i got back to the college after the winter break i was called to the Ressidence Hall Director's office; apperently for her to move out of the our dorm she had to have a really good story, she couldn't tell them that she didn't like me having a boyfriend so she made one up. She told the residence director that i was doing drugs, that i was having sex with different guys, that i had a drinking problem, that she suspected that I was selling drugs, and all this crazy stuff. I was send to counseling and they had to inspect my room. After some psychological couseling I got over it 1 year later, I also had to clean my reputation with everybody who ever knew both of us; because she was telling all of those lies to everybody whom we knew.

Anyway, i saw her yesterday and I swear I wanted to kill her. She walked by me, with a look of hate on her eyes and I wanted to grab her by the hair and rip her apart. Normally I am not very violent, or violent at all; but the way that she messed with my brain, my heart and my life just drove me crazy. I still have nightmares about her.