ROBINSON, Cleopatra S.

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𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖔 , CLEOPATRA SUE-ANNA ROBINSON TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD LOS ANGELES GIRL WAITRESS, THE BOILING CRAB ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥  Deep underground in a location I am strictly forbidden from disclosing, there is a bunker intended to one day be inhabited by me, my sister, and our parents. It's been there since I was a little kid, stocked up with canned goods and a hefty supply of drinking water, as well as a few crayon drawings we did at the time. Most of those are of nuclear explosions. Whilst most parents would be worried by their kids drawing mushroom clouds instead of the usual blue sky variant, it was something that was actively encouraged by my dad. That is because my dad is insane.  For as long as I can remember, he's been convinced the world's gonna implode at any second. He made Rosa and I learn martial arts, we would have these drills where he'd sneak into our house in all black and scare the ever loving shit out of us, every vacation was an "adventure" activity type where we'd crawl through obstacle courses and refine our archery skills. To this day my dad believes that these are skills we'll need-- honestly, when Trump attacked Iran, I could swear he was almost giddy about it. I actually worry about how upset he'll be if he dies peacefully of old age, never having relocated to that fucking underground tin can. I used to be so fucking embarrassed by my whackjob dad, but the older the get the more I understand where he's coming from. The world is fucking scary and the truth is that there's not a lot you can do about it, so if it gives him a little peace of mind, I'm not begrudging it. When I was around thirteen I got really sick, like they thought I was gonna die kinda sick, big C sick. I don't like talking about it. But that really drove my dad to the extreme, here was a threat he'd never thought about, one he couldn't write a contingency plan for. When you're sat there hoping the universe will let you fucking live another day, let me tell ya, you crave a little more control over things. It was the only time I ever saw my mom pray. ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥  𝔰𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 - "my beautiful sister. i'm so proud of her, she's been through so much with her illness, it's just amazing to see her fourish. i won't get into it but basically her teenage years were spent in and out of hospital, so much so that eventually my mom had to take to trying to homeschool her from the ward. she managed to scrape by and get her high school diploma, which may sound like no big deal to you, but when you're sat there with death looming large, it's a fucking achievement. it sucks though, she for sure would have gone to college and been really high achieving if she was up to it... or maybe she'd have flunked, who knows. all i know is she was a meek, shy little kid for most of her life, and when she finally got out of hospital longterm, she came alive. she's like a new person now, and it fills my heart fit to burst to see it."  𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡 - "i don't know if i'd go so far as to call me her ex, i mean, yea, we dated... oh, like 9 months? maybe a year? idk it was kinda on and off. c'mon, we met on hinge, it was hardly a forever thing. anyway. cleo's fun, she swears like a sailor and drinks like a fish. got a real YOLO kinda attitude. she's spontaneous for sure, sometimes annoyingly so-- like man, i'm just trying to chill, maybe have a smoke, maybe some in-n-out, and this girl is on me like let's go to hawaii, or j wanna makeout behind the hollywood sign even though it's like 4am. i get that she's been through some shit and whatever but like, chill, take some oxy or something, that shit got annoying. still hit her up sometimes though." 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔤𝔲𝔢 - "Cleo is a really nice girl, I like being on shift with her. I will say that she complains, but what she's complaining about is generally true, like how much of a rude bitch our boss is and how shitty the rota updates are, that kinda thing. She makes it pretty clear that she'd rather be literally anywhere else. But one thing I'd say for her is that she's a real team player. She's the only person I know that would cut her break short if she saw that we had a sudden influx of customers, not to look good or because she felt she had to, just 'cause she wouldn't want us other servers to feel overloaded. She's not great with authority and worse with rude customers, but yeah, the girl has our backs 100%. Just as well, 'cause we cover for her when those rude customers complain about her being rude back. Honestly, it's nice to see them get a little bit of karma with their crabmeat, I hope she sticks around for a while." ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥  AITA for not taking no for an answer and eventually losing my job over it? posted to r/AmItheAsshole by u/cleopatrasueanna Hi Reddit. Please hear me out before making any judgements. Bit of backstory. When I was a teen I was sick, like really sick. Make A Wish probably had me on a 'potential leads' list somewhere. Anyway, I tell you this not to elicit sympathy (I'm doing great now, it's all good!) but because while I was in hospital I met this other sick kid, let's call him Earl (I'm the dying girl, though again, I was not dying). He had a really bad time, I won't get into it but he was pretty fucked up and had gone through a lot of loss. ANYWAY. This kid was mean to me. Boohoo, I know, but like really mean. As I say, he was going through his own shit and I didn't have a lot of energy to spare so I guess I wound up avoiding him? Easy enough. However, Reddit, this is where my life becomes some kind of stupid romcom. Now I am a whole 21 year old adult, moving into my own place (with friends, I'm not a Kardashian) and would you believe who's in the same building? Earl, the man, the myth, the legend. Fastforward a few months and he's still the same asshole he was then, being rude and dismissive whenever I say hello. Fine, I get it. Not everyone wants to be BFFs with their neighbors, even if they did share their formative years in a paedeatric ward. What I didn't mention is that he has a twin, a nice, friendly twin, who also happens to be an EMT. I've got a weird hypochondric thing now where I think every single minor ailment is going to escalate into a life threatening disease, so it's been nice having the brother around, we've become friendly and he's always happy to talk through my symptoms and basically reassure me that I'm not dying as far as he can tell. Sorry, getting sidetracked! So me and Not-Earl have become friends, and one time we're drinking. He confides in me that Earl is like majorly depressed, he's cut himself off from everyone and Not-Earl is super worried about him. I'm worried too, I mean the guy is mean but he's been through so much, he's still got a load of health issues and like, I'm not heartless, I don't want anyone to suffer. So I start making more of an effort with him, coming over and making conversation, inviting him out with me and the girls, stopping by his work to make conversation. This goes on for a while and it doesn't seem like it's helping, but I start thinking that if I just stop he might think it was all fake? Which he accused me of. Anyway, one day I'm at work in a popular makeup shop, the job of my dreams, getting all this free shit and getting to chat to customers about products I actually love, when in comes Earl. He's with a girl, which weirdly sucked for me, and then I see him head straight to the counter, where he vaguely nods my way. The girl with him is teary, head on his shoulder. So. My manager comes over, fucking visibly furious, as she always is. She lays into me, accusing me of calling this "nice young girl" fat. Fat! I'd never even seen her in my life! But she says that her boyfriend saw it all, and I'm too stunned to explain that I know this dude, and now that I'm looking at them, that's his roommate. Anyway, she says that off the basis of this and something I admittedly did say to this total bitch of a customer (I didn't call her fat, I'd never!) she would have to let me go. I'm shellshocked. Few hours later and Not-Earl comes by to apologize, says that Earl did it because I was pissing him off at work and he wanted me to see what it was like to have a stranger come into my workplace and fuck things up for me. I guess I can see his point, though I won't lie, I'm really cut up about all of this. AITA for not letting it go sooner, like the first time he said to leave him alone? EDIT:  woah guys, fuck, I didn't expect this to blow up! I'm reading all your replies, thanks for the judgment so far EDIT 1: for those of you wishing me well, thank you, I really am fine. for those of you saying i should have died in hospital, who hurt you? EDIT 2: okay okay, ESH, I can accept that. I'll be less intense in future, thanks to those of you who saw that I didn't mean any harm, but you're all right, I should have respected his boundaries more.  EDIT 3: thanks for the gold!! crazy!! i'm ok guys i got a new job lol x

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