It is a sad but true fact that in the end.. when people break up kids suffer. Be it friendships just forming(as in the case of my daughter & high school mentalities daugher) or even worse, the relationships between kids & their parents when the unthinkable happens and the parents go their separate ways.
High School mentality (here-in refered to as R) treated her husband like shit. I was there. I witnessed it. She treated him like a walking ATM & blamed him for all her woes. They both possessed what my SiL referred to as volatile tempers. He would smash his fists or feet into things out of sheer frustration. They argued ALOT. Needless to say, in recent developments, which someone whom I am a mutual friend of ( I won't call her a friend of R because I know what R really thinks of her) informed me of not realising that we are no longer & have not been for the better part of a year, friends.
To cut it short, he took the "easy" way out & had an affair.. but here is where the sweet irony occurs. Because as we know R had a boob job.. a boob job which she was SURE would "fix everything". So who does the hubby decide to have an affair with? Why a skanky old saggy titted 45yo.. who lives not 5 minutes walk away from their house. Nice. Want to get caught much? And he made sure he did.
Now R LOVES to be the centre of attention. So here is another lovely melodrama that should have the writers of whore & a gay chomping at the bit. It's like she loves living in her own pathetic soapy where there is only one lead.. her. Seriously.. I spent over a year perfecting the right time to say yep.. uh huh, oh no, well, you get the idea. I know you must think me not a good friend for saying that, but the fact I didn't tell her just to fuck off when I had heard the same whinging and moaning story (with no effort to change things or improve the situation) for the 100th time.. well.. that was me being a good "friend". But the sad but trueness of the situation was, at the time I was just her willing (& deluded) audience.. now she has moved on to others. And undoubtedly they too will get spat out once she realises they too have aquired the same glassy eyed vacant stare I developed after so many repeats.
Back to the story.. My friend H told me all about the end of year get-together for PG.. where R spent the entire 4 hours crying & going on & on about how her life sucks. Most of the women who went apparently left out of sheer disgust when, after trying to talk about other things, she got all huffy and shouted "it's all about me today, I don't give a shit about you".. charming. Makes one glad to have escaped and be able to just hear about things, laugh & breathe a sigh of relief to know I didn't actually have to SIT through it! Sucks to be her new "friends". Hope they didn't want to talk about themselves or share anything about their lives any time soon... HAHAHAHAHAHA
*Disclaimer - yes.. I am a bitch. It's true. I own it. I used to be a nice person to everyone & I still am with my real friends but something about chicks like R just brings out the bitch. Sucks to be them. Also.. yes I bitter about the whole exprience. I extended a hand of friendship & all that it entailed. Only to have it thrown back in my face. Wouldn't you be bitter too? And feel just a little bit used (this is doubly the case when you take the other bitch into consideration).
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