2018 Lessons learned

b The day of the royal wedding had arrived and my manager and I were supposed to go to the city. She said she had seen enough of them but agreed to take me but she changed her mind and said she wanted to stay in and just watch it.  After all the talk of traffic and such I sat and watched it too. I was still in the country and that was alright with me. I went up to the room and got on my xbox for a while to talk to some folks back home when she called me down. She seemed off and upset for some reason that I had no idea of. She then went on to complaine about having to take me places and me not doing anything on my. That I should have gotten on the bus and left. She complained about how tired she was of looking for gigs for me and that she was overwhelmed with emails and how having me there distracted her from her house keeping. She accused me of complaining too much her country and her cleaning habits. She told me to find my own gigs and she was sick of me singing all day and playing my game. You know, honestly when she mentioned that I should get a job and help her pay her bills, I thought she was joking. Now I knew she wasn't.  After I got her to calm down and listen to me I had to remind her that if she had things lined up for me as she promised then none of this would be a discussion and I reminded her of me asking her plenty of times to forward those busy emails to me which I'd never seen. I asked her what was I supposed to do out here in the woods but practice and entertain myself. As of that day I told her I would learn how to get around since that became a sore spot for her all of a sudden. I never did understand what set her off day. I was even more shocked to learn that the bus ended at 5pm. Where the Hell was I supposed to go?
 The weeks that followed gave her time to calm down and apppoligize to me. I asked her if I could user her address to have a card sent to me. I hoped she would be alright with it since I had long been ordering houshold goods to the house us to use. {Hold on that, it's important for later}. Mind you, I got there April 24th and this was mid May by then. My birthday was quickly approaching and the band was rehearsing once a week and she and I split the costs and some days I bought gas or petrol as they call it. The day of my birthday the poor girl had a horrible tooth ache and I had been given a chance to audition for X Factor's producers. She made me a cake and gave me a nice card. We were good. She was looking pretty beat up with pain the day of the pre auditon so I told her I would let her know how it went when I came back.
 When I came back she was gone. She left to go stay at her god-daughters for a few nights. She came back June 3rd and was in a great mood. She cooked diner and we all had a nice evening with her family. I had no idea what was coming next or how it would reshape how I see the world and myself for that matter. The next morning I awoke to stomping and doors slamming. 
  My phone  was pinging with notifications and messages from Facebook! It seams that Donna had started a fight with my friend Missy who befriended Donna when she stayed at my house the month of December.  Looking at it I didn't understand it and it makes no sense to this day! Donna went on Missy's page and called her a racist! It was over her post she made in support of Native Americans over a disrespectful journalist. Somehow My Name got dragged into by Donna. While I was in the kitchen cleaning up and reading this mess I hear her car pull into the driveway. When she comes in she walks past the kitchen into the den and says "Burgandy, we need to talk!" I'm like "yeah! What was that all about?" She goes on to explain how my friend is a racist and how she no longer feels safe coming to my house in the states because my friend has a key to it and she's a retired cop. I try to calm her down and reassure her that it's to easy for her not to have the key and she would never do anything like that over a disagreement. I told her that she totally misunderstood that post and that my friends own grandmother and family was white even though she is black therefore could never actually be racist. I told her that trying to drag my name throught the mud was uncalled for and a bit of a stretch to say she was taking care of me and I was living off of her. Especially since I pay my way even though that wasn't our deal and I didn't do that to her when she was at my place.  Then she starts yelling again and how I remained calm after all the craziness she was saying, I have no idea. She then said she was never going back to my place and she wanted me out of her house. I was shocked! I tried to calm her down because she was taking it too far. I tried get her to take some time and lets talk bout this when emotions aren't so high but she wasnt having it! "I already talked to my soliciter and he said I am within my rights to put you out on the street because we don't have a contract" she said. "Well then I need time to get my ticket, you should pay for it since you're putting me out without real reason or notice". I said to her. Which she replied "you have rich friends, have them pay for it! You're a grown ass woman, figure it out!" She replied. At that point I saw there was no reasoning with her so I said "Fine" and went upstairs to pack plan my next move. I immediatly video called my friends back home and wrote a long FB post pleading for help to get me away from this mad woman and the unbelieavable situation. 
  My post sparked a storm of outrage from my friends! I had tagged every musician I had met, incuding my backgroud singers in order to get some help. Donns was alerted to my post by her friends and stormed upstairs to yell at me. "How dare you slag me off on Facebook and tag my friends! You've got one hour to get out of my house or I'm calling the constables". At the point she called me everything from bitch to nigger!