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Friday evening Lily and I met Michael's parents (mom and step-dad). That went swimmingly. After dinner Michael drove us back to our apartment to be there when VG got in. I had purchased a key for her and gifted in a special way. We talked for a while, then got up early. I did everything in my power to make her birthday special, starting with a hug and a gift when she walked in the door.
Sunday we met up again and we spent a few hours hanging out and then went to her hotel to check in. After getting dinner we went to Mal to have some fun.
The next day was nice. I spent more than I wanted to on food, but I did set aside $120 for fun stuff. No one mentioned the price range of the brunch spot and I was really trying to be nice about that and didn't say how ridiculous it was for me to spend $20 on a sandwich and a fucking apple. But hey, its her birthday and I set aside money for her day. I let that go. VG bitched about money and how it was causing an anxiety attack so I offered to pay for her parking at the hotel. Wah wah wah. That's another $40 to VG expenses. That, plus watching Alice In Wonderland in 3D was ridiculously expensive at the Arclight. I warned her that things cost money and if I didn't have enough I would let her know about hitting a budget cap. Right when I got to the budget cap Michael called to let me know he was really ill.
I was initially upset for a few reasons, and unfortunately I couldn't avoid Talora hearing how upset I was because we were in the same room. Now, I vented. I spoke about going home and that sort of ticked her off a little. Then I sucked it up and agreed to go to dinner, but would have to cut out of karaoke because there was no way to get home after that. Talora kept harping about my boyfriend owning her an apology and went into spoiled brat mode. After three different apologies that she forced out of me for ruining her birthday she kicked me out of her car. I was pissed because after everything I had done for her she was comparing her birthday visit to getting married and I stole her spotlight with my drama. How dare something real life enter her expectation of what her birthday should be like. I was unceremoniously dumped off in Los Angeles at 7:30pm in front of a group of friends with a big overnight bag with tears running down my face. After attempting to call Michael to pick me up, though he was in no condition to leave the house, he came to my rescue. I drank three beers at a bar and when Mykl got there he listened and understood. God, I'm so glad he's a part of my life. Anyway, he said he'd support my decision and my decision was to cut off that friendship. It had soured and I would rather expend energy for school and family.
I bent over backwards for Talora and she claimed I was being selfish because I showed emotion (upset) when Michael canceled last minute. The conversation got really heated and I told her that her insisting on an apology and getting one doesn't bode well, and I finally told her that she was a high maintenance friend and I am sick of her high expectations. It was really ridiculous that even after an apology she wouldn't accept it because she misheard what I said. Well, if she really refuses to allow a friend some space and harps and yells and continues on, then fuck it. She's a spoiled princess that demands so much attention and her behavior was unacceptable just as much as she thinks mine was. She should shoulder the blame for how the argument went just as much as I should. And telling me that I could find my own way home was the biggest cunt maneuver I've ever witnessed.
*edit done 2/18/11* within 24 hours there was a lengthy email. Within months there was an apology. But at this point I realize that I don't need her anymore. We hurt each other. Her expectations were too high and I was severely embarrassed. Today she added me to FaceBook. To that... I don't know how to react other than "really? why?"
Sunday we met up again and we spent a few hours hanging out and then went to her hotel to check in. After getting dinner we went to Mal to have some fun.
The next day was nice. I spent more than I wanted to on food, but I did set aside $120 for fun stuff. No one mentioned the price range of the brunch spot and I was really trying to be nice about that and didn't say how ridiculous it was for me to spend $20 on a sandwich and a fucking apple. But hey, its her birthday and I set aside money for her day. I let that go. VG bitched about money and how it was causing an anxiety attack so I offered to pay for her parking at the hotel. Wah wah wah. That's another $40 to VG expenses. That, plus watching Alice In Wonderland in 3D was ridiculously expensive at the Arclight. I warned her that things cost money and if I didn't have enough I would let her know about hitting a budget cap. Right when I got to the budget cap Michael called to let me know he was really ill.
I was initially upset for a few reasons, and unfortunately I couldn't avoid Talora hearing how upset I was because we were in the same room. Now, I vented. I spoke about going home and that sort of ticked her off a little. Then I sucked it up and agreed to go to dinner, but would have to cut out of karaoke because there was no way to get home after that. Talora kept harping about my boyfriend owning her an apology and went into spoiled brat mode. After three different apologies that she forced out of me for ruining her birthday she kicked me out of her car. I was pissed because after everything I had done for her she was comparing her birthday visit to getting married and I stole her spotlight with my drama. How dare something real life enter her expectation of what her birthday should be like. I was unceremoniously dumped off in Los Angeles at 7:30pm in front of a group of friends with a big overnight bag with tears running down my face. After attempting to call Michael to pick me up, though he was in no condition to leave the house, he came to my rescue. I drank three beers at a bar and when Mykl got there he listened and understood. God, I'm so glad he's a part of my life. Anyway, he said he'd support my decision and my decision was to cut off that friendship. It had soured and I would rather expend energy for school and family.
I bent over backwards for Talora and she claimed I was being selfish because I showed emotion (upset) when Michael canceled last minute. The conversation got really heated and I told her that her insisting on an apology and getting one doesn't bode well, and I finally told her that she was a high maintenance friend and I am sick of her high expectations. It was really ridiculous that even after an apology she wouldn't accept it because she misheard what I said. Well, if she really refuses to allow a friend some space and harps and yells and continues on, then fuck it. She's a spoiled princess that demands so much attention and her behavior was unacceptable just as much as she thinks mine was. She should shoulder the blame for how the argument went just as much as I should. And telling me that I could find my own way home was the biggest cunt maneuver I've ever witnessed.
*edit done 2/18/11* within 24 hours there was a lengthy email. Within months there was an apology. But at this point I realize that I don't need her anymore. We hurt each other. Her expectations were too high and I was severely embarrassed. Today she added me to FaceBook. To that... I don't know how to react other than "really? why?"