You would think being half way around the world would keep the drama I left behind from following me. Nope. It reared it’s ugly head. It caught back up with me and I got sucked back in. Before I launch into this, this is not me gossiping. This is about a toxic friendship that continues to haunt me.
I guess I should go back to the beginning so everything makes sense. Back in August 2014 Jeremy and I had gone to the Rib Fest in Wilmington. While we were there we, of course, were eating ribs. Seatting was limited so we weren’t surprised when another couple asked to sit with us. We struck up a conversation with them. Her name was Trisha and her husband, Sean. They were from near Jacksonville too. Trisha and I seemed to hit it off as friends so we exchanged Facebook information so we could hang out sometime. I took Trisha and Sean’s picture for them and they returned the favor.
At first Trisha seemed nice. A little hyper active and always wanting to do stuff but I wrote that off. Little by little she became clingier and clingier. At one point she found out that Jeremy and I had planned a special date of going deep sea fishing (something he had always wanted to do but hadn’t had a chance to do yet). She and Sean invited themselves along. They showed up that night. She talked nonstop after showing up. Jeremy and I decided to go to another part of the boat for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately I ended up being really sea sick for the entire boat ride. Jeremy had fun though and caught my share of the fish too.
I followed my gut instinct and cut ties with her. I blocked her on all forms of social media because she was that much of a clinger. It freaked me out how much she was flipping out about me wanting to end this friendship. My friends knew how much of a psycho she was with how much she tried to contact us.
About a month or so after I blocked her, Facebook irrupted with posts about her. All the military groups and pages that make fun of “dependas” were going nuts over a post she made on one of the selling groups for Jacksonville. She had posted that she wanted to go to the Marine Corps Ball to “support the troops” and because her husband couldn’t give her the “Cinderella experience” because he was a disabled veteran. People went crazy making fun of her. Especially when she started attacking absolutely everyone and attacking people that had nothing to do with this situation. She made a Facebook page called Catch A Bully. She claimed it was to defend service members’ wives from bullying. It wasn’t long at all before she started using that page to start attacking the very people she was suppose to be defending. On that page she posted about how she survived her cancer with chemo or radiation. It had only been a month or so since she told she was diagnosed.Raundi died. That was so out of left field that I stopped talking to the person that messaged me.
Then in late October I found out from someone else who contacted me (they too saw me on the “Catch A Bully Is Fake” page) to let me know that Trisha was going to be on Dr. Phil because of vlogs and live streaming videos. Jeremy and I made plans to watch the day after it aired. She was still as crazy as when we knew her. You can watch part one here. I just got done watching part two and I am speechless. I just found out that the person bullying Raundi before she died was Trisha. How can someone be so toxic that push someone to commit suicide? I feel like I should have done more to warn others of Trisha but honestly I didn’t know at the time that I blocked her that she could be that toxic.
Trisha is still making her videos. She claims she tells the truth in her videos. She claims she is the Rosa Parks of the internet. She is a sick individual that needs help.
Toxic people can be hard to recognize at first but once you see their true colors, RUN. Don’t let them in or listen to their excuses or lies. They will end up hurting you. Listen to your gut when something seems off with someone. Bullying is never right. It can truly mess up people’s lives and push people too far into depression. If you need someone to talk to, please feel free to email me. I don’t judge.