When the phone rings first thing in the morning, it’s never good news.
So, it’s been an emotional rollercoaster around here the past couple of days.
Wednesday morning - Locked into the apartment with a jammed lock.
Wednesday night - Tear my second door off its hinges with my hidden superpowers.
Thursday morning - Brenda calls to tell me that Penner’s has burned down. I immediately call David (because we had our first dates there), then leave a message for Beth (because she was the first one to take me there).
Thursday morning - Ex-husband and his girlfriend come over for the first time since I moved in two years ago. We had a friendly divorce, but even so, it’s still mildly stressful every time I see him.
Thursday afternoon - Find it its going to cost me hundreds of dollars to replace the door that I ripped off the hinges when I was apparently channeling the Incredible Hulk.
Thursday evening - David helps me to repair the door, and I take him out for dinner to thank him. It wasn’t as bad as when I saw him in January, but it was only a little easier to see him again. It’s weird, we’re old friends, and yet at the same time we are strangers to each other.
Friday morning - Beth calls me and we speak for the first time in four months. She called to thank me for letting her know about Penners. I said that I knew that she’d want to know. We chat for a few moments, comparing rumors that we’ve heard. She says that she’s also glad that I’ve called, “Because it gives us an chance to open a dialog.” Huh? Does she really think that we could be friends again after the things she's said to me?
“I don’t know….. Some things were said that shouldn’t have been said.” I let that hang in the air for a moment.
“I did not say those things on the Hate Board.” She says.
“Beth, no one else but you gives a rat’s ass about me and David. Who else would have posting something like that?”
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.” She says. And here is my favorite part of the conversation….. “Maybe David posted them?”
I just had to laugh. David? The one who just drove up to my place to help me with my door? The guy that hung around for hours talking? The one that I just had dinner with? The guy who hugged me and kissed my cheek before he headed off for home? No way would that man have any reason to try to hurt me like that.
“No, I don’t think so. We just had dinner last night. And besides, he doesn’t even read the Hate Board.”
“Well, it wasn’t me.”
“Well, there was that one crystal ball e-mail that came from your e-mail address…” I let that one hang too, to see if she’s going to try to deny writing that little hate bomb.
“No, I wrote that one.” She admits.
“Well, I found that to be extremely hurtful.”
There is an awkward silence, then she tries to explain that she was hurt too. And we both spout a lot of clichés about how neither one of us is right or wrong, and that there is her story, my story, and the truth is somewhere in the middle. “I don’t want to be your enemy either.” She says. She wants us to be civil if we bump into each other at faire. I can do that.
But if she wants to be friends again, it ain’t gonna happen.
Wednesday morning - Locked into the apartment with a jammed lock.
Wednesday night - Tear my second door off its hinges with my hidden superpowers.
Thursday morning - Brenda calls to tell me that Penner’s has burned down. I immediately call David (because we had our first dates there), then leave a message for Beth (because she was the first one to take me there).
Thursday morning - Ex-husband and his girlfriend come over for the first time since I moved in two years ago. We had a friendly divorce, but even so, it’s still mildly stressful every time I see him.
Thursday afternoon - Find it its going to cost me hundreds of dollars to replace the door that I ripped off the hinges when I was apparently channeling the Incredible Hulk.
Thursday evening - David helps me to repair the door, and I take him out for dinner to thank him. It wasn’t as bad as when I saw him in January, but it was only a little easier to see him again. It’s weird, we’re old friends, and yet at the same time we are strangers to each other.
Friday morning - Beth calls me and we speak for the first time in four months. She called to thank me for letting her know about Penners. I said that I knew that she’d want to know. We chat for a few moments, comparing rumors that we’ve heard. She says that she’s also glad that I’ve called, “Because it gives us an chance to open a dialog.” Huh? Does she really think that we could be friends again after the things she's said to me?
“I don’t know….. Some things were said that shouldn’t have been said.” I let that hang in the air for a moment.
“I did not say those things on the Hate Board.” She says.
“Beth, no one else but you gives a rat’s ass about me and David. Who else would have posting something like that?”
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t me.” She says. And here is my favorite part of the conversation….. “Maybe David posted them?”
I just had to laugh. David? The one who just drove up to my place to help me with my door? The guy that hung around for hours talking? The one that I just had dinner with? The guy who hugged me and kissed my cheek before he headed off for home? No way would that man have any reason to try to hurt me like that.
“No, I don’t think so. We just had dinner last night. And besides, he doesn’t even read the Hate Board.”
“Well, it wasn’t me.”
“Well, there was that one crystal ball e-mail that came from your e-mail address…” I let that one hang too, to see if she’s going to try to deny writing that little hate bomb.
“No, I wrote that one.” She admits.
“Well, I found that to be extremely hurtful.”
There is an awkward silence, then she tries to explain that she was hurt too. And we both spout a lot of clichés about how neither one of us is right or wrong, and that there is her story, my story, and the truth is somewhere in the middle. “I don’t want to be your enemy either.” She says. She wants us to be civil if we bump into each other at faire. I can do that.
But if she wants to be friends again, it ain’t gonna happen.