no thank you
I got a friend request on facebook from Tynie. Now, once upon a time I liked him enough that I would drive home from Circle by myself, and let him drive my wife home...after they had some 'private time'. Nikki n I really wanted it to be serious between him and Misha, because I trusted him that much and was very paranoid that Misha would meet someone who could not accept my place in her love. (I have learned to trust the Goddess some. I could not have self designed a better man than John)
But Tynie treated Misha in less than gentlemanly ways. Serious strike one. Misha is the first person not related to me by blood that I realized her happiness means more to me than mine. She is to be treated the John treats her, or I will introduce you to Ella. Ella in a bad mood...tragic for what put her there.
Then he actually offered to protect a woman's baby from me. A baby. FROM ME!! Now, I had a serious misunderstanding with the woman...and thru equal parts my overreacting and her overreacting ruined what might have been a pleasant friendship. But when this woman worried for her baby's safety on her lj (not out of line on her part, she barely knew me, knew I was hella pissed, and knew I was mental), did Tynie...my supposed friend and brother...reassure her that the last thing on earth I would EVER do is a hurt a child? Which would calm her fears AND defend me at the same time! No, he offered to protect the baby from me. Like I was literally a danger to this child's life. And why did he do this? In an effort to make time with this frightened woman. Ya know...while he was STILL FOOLING ROUND WITH MY WIFE. Second...strike.
Then Aynne and Jim let him move in with them again, cuz he had nowhere to go, and they is suckers for the helpless. They let bygones be what they is, came him a clean slate...and he royally fucked them over. With no sign of remorse or even glimpse of common decency. Now, Aynne and I have had words. I have had a hard time accepting some of her actions and a hard time reminding myself what *I* would be like if someone killed my sister. But no matter what, WE ARE FAMILY. I know I can call her anytime and she will do her best to help me. She took in another stray (told ya they was suckers) and I scrapped the barrel to help him get some threads.
Sometimes family is messy, but that's part of what makes it sticky enough to hold together. And he hurt my family. That's strike three, bucko. Step on me, I'm stupid, I'll take it. But step on those I love? No.
I don't hate him. Wish him harm. Life is too short, I need my energy to get better, and to take care of the people who bring light and humor into my life.
But I surely do not want to be his friend. I just don't.
But Tynie treated Misha in less than gentlemanly ways. Serious strike one. Misha is the first person not related to me by blood that I realized her happiness means more to me than mine. She is to be treated the John treats her, or I will introduce you to Ella. Ella in a bad mood...tragic for what put her there.
Then he actually offered to protect a woman's baby from me. A baby. FROM ME!! Now, I had a serious misunderstanding with the woman...and thru equal parts my overreacting and her overreacting ruined what might have been a pleasant friendship. But when this woman worried for her baby's safety on her lj (not out of line on her part, she barely knew me, knew I was hella pissed, and knew I was mental), did Tynie...my supposed friend and brother...reassure her that the last thing on earth I would EVER do is a hurt a child? Which would calm her fears AND defend me at the same time! No, he offered to protect the baby from me. Like I was literally a danger to this child's life. And why did he do this? In an effort to make time with this frightened woman. Ya know...while he was STILL FOOLING ROUND WITH MY WIFE. Second...strike.
Then Aynne and Jim let him move in with them again, cuz he had nowhere to go, and they is suckers for the helpless. They let bygones be what they is, came him a clean slate...and he royally fucked them over. With no sign of remorse or even glimpse of common decency. Now, Aynne and I have had words. I have had a hard time accepting some of her actions and a hard time reminding myself what *I* would be like if someone killed my sister. But no matter what, WE ARE FAMILY. I know I can call her anytime and she will do her best to help me. She took in another stray (told ya they was suckers) and I scrapped the barrel to help him get some threads.
Sometimes family is messy, but that's part of what makes it sticky enough to hold together. And he hurt my family. That's strike three, bucko. Step on me, I'm stupid, I'll take it. But step on those I love? No.
I don't hate him. Wish him harm. Life is too short, I need my energy to get better, and to take care of the people who bring light and humor into my life.
But I surely do not want to be his friend. I just don't.