What is your biggest mistake or regret?
08.06.2025 13:12
I follow her into the room and she points at, what is very clearly, a milk stain.
Despite every red flag in the world getting flashed in my face right then, my dumb ass said yes.
As for me, I'm doing pretty good for myself.
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I had about $2600 in there. I left it in my closet, because I didn't want to risk anything happening to it until I was situated in the keys.
I was so terrified that I'd be left to fend for myself all night, that I'd have to panhandle for money or just sit there and wait for one of my family members to finally get the means together to come get me.
That wasn't happening, but he still let me stay regardless. It was my goal to get a job and get out ASAP.
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Where she buys herself a nice new fancy phone.
“Can you just act kinda flirty towards him? I want him to think he's gonna get with you.”
Terrified.
Most of my money in my checking account, gone, from all the shit I've been having to buy, from the black clothes I had to get for the stage play, from the new bedsheets and blanket I had to get for the broken air mattress just so I wouldn't freeze at night, for the frozen dinners so that I wouldn't starve when we got home.
Now I'm thinking, did she find something bad? Like, evidence that the kids are being abused or something bad? Did she find something illegal? Something unsafe?
All because I wanted freedom.
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“$50? I thought we agreed on a lot more?”
So we sat there, drinking.
And I paid Mary for her car.
She starts walking around the house, investigating shit. I don't know what she's doing, I'm busy taking care of three damn babies and listening to fucking CoCoMelon on a loop.
I leave the room and return to the kids.
“I do, I been saving up. But I'd be willing to sell my current one to you if you want.”
“Absolutely not!”
After the mother came home and we were free to go, Mary took me to the church where she was putting on a performance of Annie, for free, as publicity for her performing arts studio. They were still in rehearsals but she expected me to also be on staff for the real play in a few days.
“You see that?”
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He comes over, and at this point I have no idea what she's told him.
It was my hope box.
Allow me to explain.
After dragging me to a bar so she can drink away her sorrows while stalking Aaron's every last move on Facebook all night, finally, she takes me home.
I woke up 6AM with the expectation that Mary would be arriving within the hour, as we had planned the night before. She texted me, and said, hey, not gonna be able to make it. If I send you $50 can you figure out a way down here?
“Or its nighttime and he just wants to go home?”
“Oh come on, one little drink won't hurt you!”
Another bar fucking Aaron just so happened to be at.
I was exhausted. I wanted to go home and sleep but no, this bitch wanted to go fucking party.
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Aaron moved halfway across the country and told me he was getting a restraining order against her. We messaged a few times after this mess was over, and I apologized for everything she sent him from my phone. He understood completely, and held nothing against me. I told him if he needed me as a witness for anything legal against her, I'd be more than happy to help him.
“To the dog park!”
We never got a hit, and she never put anymore effort into the endeavor. It was dead within the week.
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I was so desperate to move out of my grandpa's place, I just lost my job, just broke up with my crazy girlfriend, and just had my last comic book I wrote flop like a dying fish. I was in need of a break, and desperate people tend to favor rose tinted glasses.
“You aren't getting a whole ass van for $2600. Don't be ridiculous. I expect at least $10,000 more, I'll be taking it out of what I owe you for babysitting every week.”
It was not an apartment.
Why do I get spun and then want big fat cocks to suck?
“Maybe you could get Sully a job tattooing around here, you know lots of people don't you?”
“But if she hasn't paid you then she has the entire building for free!”
She sent me the money, I got myself an Uber to a Brightline, and from a Brightline to a Greyhound in Miami. Back then Brightline had $5 rides for new customers, so getting down there was surprisingly easy, and from the Greyhound I headed to the Florida Keys.
Because every time I was asleep, or in the bathroom next door, or in any other situation in which I didn't have my phone by my side,
“Where?”
“PSL?”
If I got the car, I could take off. I could leave. I could go home, go anywhere, hell, I could live in the car for a bit if it came down to it.
I'll always remember that man as an angel, because he really was an angel for me.
“No, I'm done with this. You're insane, he doesn't fucking want you, get it through your fucking head and leave him alone!”
“No!”
Mary moved here to stalk Aaron.
Next day, similar dig.
“Well we had agreed on $100 a day but she hasn't paid me yet, and I need the money so I don't wanna be mean.”
“Sully here wants to become a tattoo artist, you love tattoos don't you Aaron?”
“Where's all my money, Mary? You took my money for your car, then you don't give me the car and you spend it all on a new fucking phone for yourself! You're a selfish bitch, you never even paid me for my work!”
She says “Honey, you're not getting my car for $2600.”
I accepted that I literally had no choice but to stay there at least one more night.
“You're not CHARGING HER?”
“No. It's from Aaron. She's been fucking Aaron.”
My life since then has been relatively calm. Mary's, to my knowledge, has not been.
She threw things around and tried to break shit and yelled at me to stop.
For another five fucking hours I babysat more random kids, ran stage props back and forth, made sure the kids didn't hurt themselves, got drinks and snacks together for the kids, ran scripts back and forth, loaded props back into her van, helped make props, fixed props, glued broken shit back together, etc.
We had to pack up all evidence that we were living there in this big cardboard box in the corner, and we covered it with a sheet, so that when the yoga instructor came with her class she didn't see air mattresses and clothing everywhere.
I felt broken.
“No, this is from a man, this is spunk.”
I should have taken this as a sign from God himself to say no and stay put.
She was deadly fucking serious.
And now Mary was down there, living it up according to her.
He leaves, and Mary is erratic as hell over it.
I rush inside and start packing my things. I wasn't sure of where I was gonna go or what I was gonna do, I just knew I needed to get the fuck out of there.
Same dig in the morning. Wake up 5AM, go babysit a bunch of kids I'm not related to, at this point I don't even know if she'll be paying me for doing this.
$2600.
“Wait, let's get a drink, Sully don't you wanna go get a drink with Aaron?”
“I'm getting back into performing arts, I'm starting my own studio! And I know you're skilled in that graphic design stuff so I knew I'd have to ask you if you'd help, I'll pay you of course!”
Well to stalk her ex-boyfriend Aaron of course!
It was one big office space, that she wasn't supposed to be living in, that she had converted into a makeshift home for herself.
The following morning she woke me up at 5AM, and rushed me out the door.
“By the way, in the mornings I'm renting this place to a yoga instructor so we have to be out by 5AM.”
“Nevermind that right now,” she's staring at her phone, keys in her hand, far from looking like she was about to let me settle in for the night, “come with me, I wanna take you somewhere.”
Eventually, we drifted apart as friends. She got a place, and I moved back in with my restrictive grandfather. He was kind for taking me in and forgiving me for leaving the cult that in a roundabout way left me homeless in the first place, but he worked at every turn to get me to come back, telling me things were going bad for me because I had disappointed Jehovah and lost faith in him, and that I needed to return if I wanted things to get better for myself.
And she was on his Facebook. Again.
In the Keys of all places?
I told her no.
Now, why on earth would two people without a dog be heading to a dog park at 6PM?
She lost her job as a babysitter and was found to be living illegally in her office, and was consequently kicked out. I bet that'll look real nice the next time she tries to get custody of her boys.
At a completely made up, completely impossible scenario.
For the next eight hours I worked out a way to get back home.
“You got the money for one?”
Mary had to move back to Stuart, and to the best of my knowledge, she has never gotten back on her feet again. She's still alone, still doesn't have her kids, still living an unstable life, and is still refusing to get help for her clearly unwell mental state.
There's three kids in this house, the youngest is a few months old and the middle one is a toddler. A milk stain is more than expected.
“I really gotta go, Mary. Nice meeting you, Sully.”
Turns out, Aaron lived in the Keys now. Aaron moved here to get away from Mary.
“There's plenty more where that came from once the studio is up and running!”
“Nope!”
Except this bitch has the gall to say, “You know, I really need a new car.”
All the while we had a screaming match, and I've never been more pissed off at anyone in my life than I was at her that night.
She paid me back, of course, but I still found it weird that she couldn't figure out how to do that part herself.
“No, I don't drink anymore, I wanna go home.”
Immediately, she packs up the kids in the car and takes us all to a phone store.
I was immensely uncomfortable the entire night, regretting every decision I had made earlier that day, cursing myself for not listening to my gut, but still somehow hoping this would all work out.
That moment in McDonald's was in itself an adventure, but I did, eventually, make it back home safe and sound.
The moment the money changed hands, things got even worse.
I don't say anything.
This crazy woman is just getting worse the longer I stay with her. I don't know what's wrong with her but I know she's not mentally well.
She runs up to me, frantically crying, saying, “Please, please, I need you to call him, I need you to get him back over here, please!”
Then she has the fucking GALL TO SAY THIS, “Do you think I should be charging the yoga teacher for using the studio?”
“No, I know him. He's probably fucking some girl tonight. Come on, I need a drink.”
5 years ago I was abandoned on an island after being coerced into living in an office building with a stalker who wanted me to sleep with her boyfriend so she could have him back in her life.
“Babysitting? You told me I was gonna be your graphic designer for the performing arts studio.”
For the next ten hours I babysat three random kids while Mary stalked Aaron's Facebook, intermittently turning the phone in my direction and saying “Isn't this weird? He only wore this shirt on dates with me, he must be going on a date tonight, don't you think?”
“Do they even know each other?”
“I do. Listen, I gotta go-”
This was not spunk.
This is a long one so buckle in.
No matter what we were talking about, no matter what we were doing or where we were or whether or not it was relevant, she'd find a way to bring up Aaron.
Next day, the climax.
I get on the phone with my bank and try telling them that I need the last transactions to her to be reversed, and they basically say I'm up shit creek without a paddle, because there's nothing they can do.
She wanted to start a cleaning business with me, so we went to Dollar Tree and bought a shit ton of cleaning supplies. We probably dropped $50 each on sponges, wipes, Windex, grime remover, squeegees, etc. I was skilled in graphic design and made us a logo and a Facebook page.
With my hard earned cash.
I fell in love with it, and I felt so, so hopeful.
My stupid fucking ass says “How much?”
I was so fucking overwhelmed by all the shit she was putting me through, how every day got a little bit worse and now she was fully expecting me to seduce her ex so that he'd sleep with her!
It was a commercial office building next to a gym, with no bathroom inside.
“I'm making great money down here, I get like $1000 a week babysitting for this rich bitch in Summerland, she's like a dentist or something. My rent is only $1000 a month so I wanna take that expendable income and do something amazing with it, you in?”
“Yeah, we haven't had any classes yet so we need to make some money in the meantime. Also at night you're gonna be helping me with my church performance of Annie okay?”
$2600, gone.
“I guess that depends.”
“But you got it for free from the church, you said that-”
Now, Mary was down on her luck, I knew that. It was obvious. And she was a sweetheart when you first got to know her. A nearby church donated a van to her, so she'd give me rides, take me out to eat when she had some extra money together, we'd sit in the park and tell each other our dreams and make grand plans for how our futures would pan out.
She comes to me and says, “Sully, I need you to come look at something.”
I had him transfer the money to my account.
I know what “spunk” looks like.
“Yeah but she's a friend of mine, I don't wanna piss her off.”
I had a rockstar ex-boyfriend who frequently toured in the Keys, and I was always upset when he'd refuse to bring me along.
Nearly a year later, in September of 2019, I get a call from Mary.
I cried in the corner.
I just so happened to get the last bus to Homestead, and just so happened to have a family friend who was working in Homestead and lived near my Grandpa.
That night I asked her when she'd be giving me the keys to the car.
“I bet he's meeting a girl. Probably has a date with her.”
I agreed to help, and she put me to work immediately. I made a logo for her, fliers, business cards, posters, pamphlets, everything she could conjure up needing 20 different versions of, I did it for her. Opening night was in less than a month, she was having a big party to celebrate and generate buzz for the studio, so I was rushing not only to get everything together, but paying out of my own pocket to have it printed at office stores near her as well.
I slept on an air mattress with a visible hole in the side of it that night, on a cold office floor with an AC unit that she had lost the remote for so it was constantly set at 60 degrees. I had nothing but a little sheet to cover me.
I messaged my grandpa, I told him where my stash of money was.
I look at her face, and I felt like a deer locking eyes with a mountain lion.
I walked out.
When opening night came and went and the time came for my payment, I was expecting at least a grand. I did a shit ton of work for her and went out of my way to ensure she had everything she needed.
I had met Mary about a year prior to this incident back when we were both homeless.
My god, it was stunning. Water so blue you could paint with it, the sky seemed to stretch on and on for eons, endlessly fading into a horizon of gentle ocean waves.
So we go to another bar.
“You don't get it! You don't get it because you've never been in love! I need him, Sully, please help me!”
“Oh come on, I just need him around long enough to convince him to stay with me, please?”
It somehow gets even worse.
Then slap yourself in the face for the following thought process.
I had her drop me off at a McDonald's.
She had an ex-boyfriend, Aaron, who she never stopped talking about.
“They probably do! They both know me so they probably know each other!”
I have no idea how Mary managed to convince him to come over- oh no wait, yes I do.
“Then why didn't you?! I made you a logo, I made you a website, I went through twenty thousand fucking revisions for your picky fucking ass and you throw $50 my way and you think that covers it? You're a horrible person, Mary! No wonder Aaron left your ass!”
Something that would actually make it reasonable to be snooping around your boss’s goddamn bedroom, I was sure.
She's standing in the doorway of her boss's bedroom.
“It's milk, Mary.”
Mary finds Aaron and starts chatting him up, and you could tell from twenty feet away that the dude wanted her to leave him alone and let him play with his dog. She somehow convinces him to come over and talk to me, and she seems really insistent on finding things we both liked for us to talk about.
“But I thought you said-”
“Listen, forget that. We're about to make bank here and I really need you on site, can you come live with me? I won't charge you! You'll exclusively be my graphic designer, we're gonna need a lot more work done!”
She was trying to frame me.
That night, I find out Aaron is coming over.
Now, there was one thing I didn't bring with me before I left. My savings.
She slammed the front door and said I was doing it. She stomped around and made a ton of noise and said I was doing it, and I needed to be quiet so the security guard at the gym doesn't call the police.
Furious.
She said she'd come up and get me and bring me back down same day, so I said my goodbyes to my grandpa, packed up my bags, and waited for her to say she was on the way.
“Nope!”
However the hell she thought that would work!
I moved here because I was a fucking idiot.
She had previously been a performing arts instructor, and was currently a divorcee with two kids she was fighting for custody of.
He picked me up and got me back safe and sound.
I had been expecting to be paid for all the work I was putting in for this absolute bitch, and now she left me with nothing.
“Uh, in Stuart?”
“To work, silly! We're gonna be babysitting like I told you.”
Her performance of Annie bombed due to a lack of planning and too much of a focus on what didn't matter, that being Aaron. My not being there also meant she had to do my job as well as direct the play. All of this showed just what kind of teacher she would be for the students in her performing arts studio, and the few kids who actually had been enrolled under her, but had yet to take classes because she was a disorganized mess and never prepared any, were pulled out.
I gotta get away from her, and she's apparently offering me a car now.
“5AM? Where the hell are we gonna go at 5AM?”
“The milk stain?”
I suddenly hear screaming outside, both a man and a woman. I run out, and she's chasing his car as he's driving away.
How the hell she could afford that, I had no clue. Florida is notoriously expensive, and the party islands were no exception as far as I was aware.
I met up with Mary at the Greyhound station and she picked me up, took me out to eat, and then brought me grocery shopping. We headed to her “apartment,” and all my hope very, very quickly began to fade.
I didn't.
$50 has hit your account!
My life is no longer so adventurous. No more rock stars, no more crazy girlfriends, no more trusting people I shouldn't be trusting. I listen to my gut now, I leave bad situations before they can get worse, I block people when they come at me with fanciful dreams and too-good-to-be-true exclamations, and I'm no longer a fan of rose colored glasses.
This woman had memorized my passcode by looking over my shoulder when I was unaware, and was stealing my identity so that she could see her ex-boyfriend again.
My heart was racing, could this be it? My big break? My chance at making an income and a name for myself?
“Please, you made some fliers! I could make fliers!”
“Yeah, they're cool.”
“I give up.”
Eventually, after several hours, we both calmed down.
She proceeded to self destruct.
The following morning she asked me if I would stay.
I tell her no, that I'm done with this shit. Aaron goes in and I leave, I go to the gym bathroom with my phone this time, and I cry.
I have never regretted a series of decisions more in my entire life. I felt horrible, not just for myself and the bad situation I was in, but for how worried all my family members were, how none of them were in any position to help me and how hopeless we all collectively felt.
Mary was using it to message Aaron, pretending to be me, pretending I was interested in him, then deleting the messages so that I wouldn't know.
Now, I want you to put yourself in my shoes for a moment.
“Hey Sully, guess where I'm living right now!”
“Church performance of what?”
Good for him though, just as we were pulling in he was leaving.
For a shitty van.
The car meant freedom.
“I'm in the keys! I'm living in the keys!”
“How much you got?”
When I was working, I had a tradition of taking out some money every paycheck and putting it in a box as a nest egg. It was something physical I didn't want to touch, a physical representation of how hard I was working to one day afford a car, a home, a life outside of the mess I kept finding myself in.