This was a not so great weekend for me. My friend was I guess either on her period, hating her job or hates her life and takes it out on me and very personal at that.
most of last week was crazy, had really no time to get what I needed to get done. On breaks I would look at Facebook, play a game of Candy Crush, or simply write a blog. Friday was like every other day only I was really busy. After my marathon of cleaning that HAD to be done. I started to get messages from my friend. She had asked me if I filled out an application at a store and no I hadn’t I had simply forgot, I wasn’t going to lie to her, yet she had the “right” in her mind to go off on a rant that made me so mad and tear up that I simply started to ignore the messages. She stated that “She wishes she was shocked by me not getting that app in” I told her that I was sorry” then she simply wrote “I’m just going to stop trying”. I was like ok this has turned weird. Here is the rest of that rant “I just hate watching you waste your life away” really bitch??? Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t know that becoming a friend to you was me becoming your charity case. I didn’t sign up for that one. The next one was a doozy, “I know what you do with your life is none of my business but as your friend I feel so helpless” that broke the camels back right there. I’m not a meth head you fucking bitch. What she didn’t and still hasn’t realized while living in her glass house is that I have been helping my family. I will not go into details on here but I’m the only person who is bringing in an income. She has no right to tell me that i’m wasting my life away when I’m helping support my family.
Here’s the thing she is part of my family and she has been nice but I don’t need a nagging person on my back telling what I should do with my life. I need a friend who doesn’t judge me. Which she is doing. I sit and listen to her go and on about her life, yet I don’t tell her maybe you shouldn’t drink that whole bottle of wine. I also didn’t tell her that stopping your anti-depressants probally wasn’t a good idea and not seeing your therapist wasn’t a great move. I don’t sit and around wonder about her life when I have my own to worry about. I also thought that a friendship you could tell each other what you think, which is ok if that is what she thought, NOT OVER A FACEBOOOK MESSAGE!!! Tell me to my face, oh that’s right you never come over to my house nor do you ever call me.
I hate that I’m the one sided friend, that helps and listens but never asks for anything. Yet no one comes over to my house, I have to go over there or even calls me just to ask how am I doing. I go over to their house and call them. I crawled into bed after feeling attacked and cried like none other, even in your 30’s it still hurts that a friend would do this to you.
I just don’t know if i can handle her friendship anymore.