This was many, many years ago when I was living in Los Angeles. I worked for an answering service (this was back in the Bigfoot A Woman Cannot Survive On Beer Alone She Also Needs To Go Camping With Darryl Shirt in contrast I will get this days before answering machines) and she worked for the same service, but I worked the day shift and she worked PM shift. I was looking for a place to move to, as my current situation was less than desirable. She was having trouble making ends meet, and said she wanted to take on a roommate to share expenses. She had a nice little apartment in a cozy little complex in Santa Monica, and it seemed like it would be a good deal for both of us. The other people I worked with warned me about her, saying she was really weird and crazy, and that I shouldn’t move in with her. I’d never had any problems with her, and I can generally get along with anybody, so I thought they were just being alarmist. Yes, I definitely married a sociopath. He visited the baby once, for a thirty-minute supervised visit. Played mind games for a while, then gave up all rights to her. The best thing that could have ever happened to us. I can’t imagine the damage he could have done to a child. Twelve and a half years later, and I’m out of debt with excellent credit, remarried to a great guy and he adopted my oldest daughter and we have one together. Last I knew my ex is still out there, piling up debt, married with two more kids. She probably doesn’t know we exist. If so, he lied about what happened. I still don’t know what he did with the tens of thousands of dollars he got out of me. My roommate, Marion, told me that I had to move out after I’d just moved in with her a little over a month before. But it was more than that. It was like she’d done a complete 180, and had abruptly become super-paranoid about me, and thought that I was going to get her kicked out of her apartment. And I had done NOTHING to give her any trouble, or any reason to distrust me.