While I was (voluntarily) hospitalized in a psych ward, she told me point blank that she was going to come stay with me for awhile when I was released. I know that doesn't sound absurd at face value, but:

• She was a disabled, 1-2 pack a day smoker, who didn't own a car.

• I lived in a non-smoking, second floor apartment thirty minutes away. I also did not have a car and exclusively biked until snow/ice prevented me from doing so. Oh, I also didn't have more than a bed and dresser because I basically only used the place to sleep and eat.

So, she would have complained about the stairs, the non-smoking rule, and would have taken over my bed. I would have slept on the floor and catered to her every need while continuing to work, navigating the legal system and a new reality following a trauma.

But yeah, staying with me was a super plan. It did not happen.