NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

that he had “spent £400 on solicitors’ letters to secure some
contact with his young son from Debbie”. On one side of my
note, I accused him of emotionally blackmailing Terror and I by
being a “big girl’s blouse” as I put it – a big soft tit crying
endless crocodile tears, of which I had actually witnessed ten
minutes after he asked to borrow my phone. On the other side
I told him I knew he had the money to pay me the £30 or £20
he had often promised recently – so “pay up now”.
Naturally the slime-bag did not pay up – but did not have the
guts to discuss it with me face to face, man to little girlie like
him! Instead I found a return note, on a narrow piece of cheap
note paper with the same incredibly low quality as toilet paper,
shoved through my door. He has never taken the trouble to
get to know me all the years we have been neighbours, out of
sheer prejudice about ‘mental illness’ – even though I am now
99.9% certain that he himself is an untreated paranoid
schizophrenic, what with his aggression, panic attacks, and
chaotic, petty criminal lifestyle, unable to hold down a job, and
as Terror told me, unable to keep any friends. His own
relationships on the block with her and Debbie had been always
very aggressive – for he is very threatening and arrogant with
it. His note was typical – just a stream of wild, totally
misinformed advice about ‘my illness’ – talking down to me
heavily – even though he himself is far from ‘normal’.
Nit’s mockery and insults were obviously intended to really be
hurtful, but were so ill-informed as like I said earlier he has
never really got to know me, that really 90% were truly
laughable. Nevertheless his aggressive stance rankled with me.
I took advice from my trainee social worker James on Thursday
21 st May – who just said ‘do not bother even to respond’.
However on Saturday 23 rd May I did drop Nit a short note
saying his aggression and panic attacks were so bad he ought
to seek treatment from a psychiatrist for his untreated paranoid
schizophrenia! – and by the way I had written off his bad debt.
I got in that night to find another note full of aggressive abuse
that I won’t bore you with the details of, from him, on my
doormat inside the flat. He had not even thanked me, just
gruffly admitted ‘I am glad you have written off the bad debt’.
I have seen him a few times since but he dare not look me in
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