xgraciferx:

Hi there, I barely ever use Tumblr but there’s a lot of stuff going around about Bitsy right now and I really wanted a place to archive my story with her.

Bitsy lived in my house for 7 months in 2014 and for the past year and a half, I have NEVER spoken out publicly against her out of respect for her privacy but with all these people saying “WHERES UR PROOF” when people say anything bad about cosfamous people these days, I thought I would give my full story. Take what you will from this, but honestly I have no reason to lie about any of this and sitting here writing a post of this length would be a complete waste of my time if none of this was true. I have kept silent about this for a very long time but I will do my best to describe in full detail my experience living with her.

Bitsy moved into my house in April of 2014. We were friends very briefly right before she did, she seemed very kind from a distance and in a three-bedroom house, me and my close friend were in desperate need of a third roommate anyway. The two of us were also cosplayers, so it seemed like it would be fun to work on cosplay all together. Keep in mind that this was BEFORE her Jinx cosplay, so at this time, her page only had around 1K fans, mostly people local to the DFW area.

The first red flag was rent issues. Rent at my house was $475/month, and that’s all-included (so, $375 rent plus $100 utilities). Although this is considered extremely cheap for the area we were in, Bitsy still couldn’t fully afford it. She had a family member who was willing to give her $400/month but past that, she had no idea where she was going to get the extra $75. So, for the first three months, I paid $75 for her and $75 for my other roommate (so as not to be unfair). In those three months, I helped Bitsy job hunt, and ultimately ended up getting her a job at my work (with no experience to speak of, no one else would hire her). I even convinced my manager to schedule us for the same shifts so we could carpool together. I never asked her for gas money or anything else in return. Based on the hours we worked, each of us made about $350 every two weeks. And after working for a month or so, I casually asked her if she would mind paying the extra $75/month herself (seemed reasonable enough?), and she threw a fit. She told her friends and her boyfriend at the time that how DARE I steel money from HER? I was never obligated to give her money to begin with, so obviously I was extremely offended by this gesture.

Nevertheless, I tried to put that behind me to avoid workplace drama. However, Bitsy continued to shit on my friendly gestures. Many times, she would say she was feeling too sick to work (this happened at least once a week), which obviously made me look bad since I had said such good things about her. On top of that, she wouldn’t even call in to let our boss know when she was going to stay home, instead I would show up to work alone and was expected to give our manager the bad news myself. I almost lost my job because of Bitsy and was nothing but relieved when she decided to quit.

Soon after, she gained 7K fans in my house. The video of her laughing as Jinx? Filmed in my third bedroom. Despite always insisting that she had no money, she magically had enough money to attend PAX East that summer (that included a plane ticket, hotel room, and her Katarina cosplay). I have no proof of this, but the only thing that makes sense would have been that she used the money donated by her fans that was supposed to be used for MEDICAL EXPENSES. However, I will admit, this is just speculation on my part. Otherwise, I have no idea how she came up with that money.

All Bitsy ever cared about was money, and this showed through her personal vendetta against my boyfriend. My boyfriend of four years as of now (you can do the math—at the time, we had been together for about two years) used to spend a lot of time at the house. He was sleeping in my bedroom most nights because I asked him to, and because he felt bad about how I wouldn’t allow him to help me pay rent (he was my guest, after all), he would by snacks for the whole house and drive my roommates anywhere they needed to go within reason when I wasn’t home. However, he mostly ended up driving Bitsy around because she didn’t have a car; our other roommate did. But Bitsy couldn’t just be grateful for these friendly gestures either. She started conspiring with our other roommate, convincing him that my boyfriend needed to pitch into the total rent if he was going to be staying so often, all so she wouldn’t have to pay as much. This infuriated me, especially considering if he was going to pitch into any rent, it would have been MY share, since he was sleeping in MY room, in MY bed. She twisted words and stories and put a massive rift between me and our other roommate because she felt insecure and alone. It wasn’t until after she left that we finally figured out that Bitsy had manipulated our friendship for her own benefit.

Let me preface this last part of the story by stressing that I have nothing but sympathy for Bitsy’s medical condition. To this day, she suffers from endometriosis, a nasty illness that I will not explain here. If you’re that concerned, a quick google search should answer any questions you have about the illness (let me also just let everybody know that I am comfortable saying this because Bitsy has explained her medical issues in Facebook posts and YouTube videos, so I am NOT sitting here giving away a bunch of personal medical information). After she quit her job with me, she started sleeping all day and staying up all night. I’m not here to criticize her life choices—I didn’t care about her sleeping schedule. That is, until it started affecting me. As her medical condition worsened over the summer, she would frequently ask to be taken to the hospital around 10-11PM at night (this is when she would wake up). This was a regular occurrence, maybe 1-2 times a week for awhile. Me and our other roommate would stay at the hospital with her until 3AM some nights. However, I was a full-time college student with a part time job and my roommate was a college graduate with a full-time career, so as the fall semester got closer, we both wondered how we were going to continue taking care of her like this. It was hard enough to function at my own job when I was so sleepy all the time. So, after CAREFUL deliberation and with heavy hearts, we approached her and told her we thought it would be in her best interest if she moved out (specifically that she should be living with someone who had sufficient time and resources to take care of her; boyfriend or family member), simply because we could not put our lives on hold to take care of her. Now, don’t get me wrong, emergencies happen sometimes. Hell, three weeks ago, my roommate had no qualms taking me to the hospital when I thought I had fractured my foot. But the nature of Bitsy’s condition would mean unexpected hospital visits for the rest of her life. Now, had we known this before she had even moved in, we probably would have advised her to live somewhere else, but I am not lying when I say that we were not informed of her condition until after she had moved in. Due to the nature of her condition, all the hospital could really do for her was give her painkiller prescriptions (hydrocodone), and even then, she did not take care of herself. My other roommate and I came home one night to find an empty bottle of wine in the kitchen, for example. Anyone familiar with how codones react with alcohol in our bodies will know that the two are considered deadly, and looking back on this, I am almost surprised she didn’t stop breathing on our house, but I am glad she didn’t. It would have been traumatizing.

But back to the story; knowing Bitsy’s unstable mental condition, we did not “kick her out” or tell her she had to be gone by a certain date. We did not wish to stress her out further. To be completely honest, we sort of expected her to be with us for at least another month. However, again, she threw a fit, and told all of her friends and boyfriend that we told her she had to be out by the end of the week and (I’m not kidding when I say this either) she threatened to kill herself over it. This was really the final straw for us. We couldn’t even continue being her friends after the way she slandered us to the cosplay community. We were just lucky we had a lot of close friends with us who witnessed everything we had endured while living with her and defended us when her friends and fans attacked.

My opinion of Bitsy is biased based on my personal experiences with her, I know, but me and my friends have come to one agreement; that Bitsy is a completely different person online than she is in person. Perhaps this is true of everyone who has to put a mask on for the public. Everything explained here does not even begin to scratch the surface of the problems we had with her; there was much more including but not limited to living in such filth that she had an infestation of maggots in her bedroom when she moved out, guilting my other roommate and I into coming home if we were out doing ANYTHING without her, and eating our food without asking (and then lying about it). Additionally, to this day she still runs from her medical bills; we still receive bills from the local hospitals for her treatment as well as her bank statements.

I will say it again: I am not trying to shame her because of a medical condition she was born with and is clearly out of her control, though she seems to tell everybody that. However, I AM going to criticize her for the way she carried herself and treated the people who tried to help her. Maybe she has changed in the last two years and grown up a bit? Who knows. I’m under the firm belief that people change. However, I know I’ve never received an apology for the way I was treated, so I can only judge her based off of my experience living with her. I’m fully ready for the potential backlash of posting this, based on Bitsy’s most recent posts, I wouldn’t be surprised if she links this very page or any of my other social media accounts and instructs her worshippers to attack. And honestly can’t blame any of her fans. As I explained earlier, she had me fooled when we first started talking online too, I thought she was extremely kind and bent over backwards to help her. However, you can’t hide an an ugly personality from the people you live with for very long. My experience with this cosplayer has been nothing short of toxic and my advice to anyone who has to deal with her would be to get out fast.