No, no one else died.
Yet. (Please forgive the following post. Not only am I pissed, sad and confused, I've had quite a bit to drink on an empty stomach.)
Let's start at the beginning of our little roller coaster ride.
Seven months ago we let a friend stay on our couch.
Want to know the in between? Read my archives for anything referencing Ketchup. 'Nuff said.
Fast forward to Friday morning. Ketchup sets off the fire extinguishing system at the restaurant, slips trying to clean it up, is sent to the hospital and it turns out he has broken two ribs. This is the third fall this week, on the same ribs. I have no sympathy. So great, he's out of work for the week, in my hair, annoying me to no end.
Guess what, this isn't even the best part.
I'm so consumed about the newest thing that I can't even think of all the things I wanted to vent about yesterday, or even a couple hours ago. Things like him inviting friends over and again not telling us when the television crapped out. They hardly seem important at the moment.
Get this: He's talking shit about us.
This server that the hubby works with was texting a lot this evening, like a lot, about pointless shit and really I was starting to get annoyed that this girl was texting my hubby so much. As I was about to say something to him about it, he shows me a couple texts that she had just sent. Not wanting to cause any drama or any sort of blow up, but she thought we might want to know. She had suggested while out the other night, that she and her friends (also servers at the hubby's work) stop by our place and say hi.
Oh, no no... can't do that... they hate us all.
What?
After a bit of coaxing, she admitted that she knew of some texts exchanged, between Ketchup and these other servers. He's saying we hate them, apparently. Who knows what else. The hubby has known them for years, I barely know them at all. How was this conclusion made?
To be honest, I couldn't stop crying while we were finding this out. I immersed myself in doing the dishes through tears as the hubby texted, finding out this information, being told we should watch what we say and do in front of him.
My dear doppelganger, or Uncle Chuck if you visit any time soon, or anyone else browsing my blog for any various reason, do you have any advice? It's been proven that the hubby and I are quite opposed to confrontation, is there a subtle way to handle this situation? Is the only the answer the big fucking boot in the ass? What do we do? What do we say? The hubby has been friends with Ketchup since fifth grade. Best friends even. I have known him for something along the lines of eight years. Is there a graceful way to end this situation or does it have to end in drama?
Help me please.
Anything that would inspire confidence would be nice, because at the moment I just want to curl up under the blanket with another drink and just wait for tomorrow to come, as if it would make a difference.
I'm done now. Give me more alcohol.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
I Don't Need Another Fucking Sign
Posted by Me. at 12:56 AM
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1 comments:
wow. he's got balls. or rather, he'll have them until you get done with them. :)
at this point it doesn't seem like there's much you can do. he's being delusional about everything, and it's time for him to go. the fact that he's taken over your house and caused you so much emotional distress is one thing, but then disrespecting you by saying those things and whatnot... he's not being a friend. you HAVE been a friend to him, letting him live at your place and helping him out and whatnot, but it has to end somewhere. if theres any hope in saving the friendship, something should be done now because it's not going to get any better.
living with friends is hard and it sounds like you just need a big break. if you CAN move, do it now and don't let him come with you. i'd say it's a safe bet that he'll avoid you guys for awhile and maybe talk crap, but if theres been a friendship for over a decade, i'd imagine that it would blow over after awhile. especially since he's a guy, you know?
i'm sorry he's hurting your feelings when all you're doing is trying to help him out, and he continually takes advantage of that. if you can't tell him face to face, leave him a note. be nice, and be cordial. i'd just say something like, "we are moving... on this day... if you would like to continue living with us, here are the rules and this is the rent. if not, we'll be happy to help you look for somewhere else to live." if you can't move, just tell him the truth: it's been seven months and we cant afford to keep living like we are. request that he leaves or give him your conditions (rent, cleaning, friends, etc). it's YOUR house and your rules. it's obviously not getting through his head that he's used up all of his free passes and it's time to move on. :( i'm sorry. i hope he leaves soon.
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