The sheer, unmitigated gall of you.
I'm aware that I may be ranting incoherently here. I'm going to call that your fault; after all, we seem to be playing the blame game, and you're refusing to be held accountable for your temper tantrums.
After the discussion you had on Skype with my husband, and that fucking insulting phone call? I can only conclude that you think the whole fucking world revolves around you, and that people only ever thwart your expectations of them out of sheer malice.
So you just go right ahead. Insult me, throw a fucking hissy fit, and make it blatantly fucking obvious that you don't give a damn what's going on with anyone else, except so far as it directly affects you. That should make it sufficiently clear to everyone that I'm the one who doesn't care about the friendship, and that you're not being the least bit fucking immature.
Or not-because it's you, and you are. You're being a manipulative little fucking child. If you don't get your ice cream cone when you want it, Mommy clearly doesn't care about you; and you're going to fucking stomp your feet and scream until you get what you want.
But here's the thing: you're not four years old, I'm not your mother, and this isn't over a goddamn ice cream cone. It's you feeling fucking entitled just because you occasionally stop by and visit when you're in town doing your goddamn grocery shopping anyway. So cut it the fuck out.
And don't even give me this shit about how I never actually said "no," and "just made excuses." If you feel the need to interpret "no" as something other than "no," that's on you, not me. (I won't even go into your dismissing my perfectly good reasons for not going with you as "excuses.")
P.S.: Your claim that there were no other non-relatives at the wedding? Bullshit. True, you guys were the only people from the gaming group (because no one else could get off work), but there were several other people there whom we could have asked to sign as witnesses. And you didn't even stick around for the reception.
After the discussion you had on Skype with my husband, and that fucking insulting phone call? I can only conclude that you think the whole fucking world revolves around you, and that people only ever thwart your expectations of them out of sheer malice.
So you just go right ahead. Insult me, throw a fucking hissy fit, and make it blatantly fucking obvious that you don't give a damn what's going on with anyone else, except so far as it directly affects you. That should make it sufficiently clear to everyone that I'm the one who doesn't care about the friendship, and that you're not being the least bit fucking immature.
Or not-because it's you, and you are. You're being a manipulative little fucking child. If you don't get your ice cream cone when you want it, Mommy clearly doesn't care about you; and you're going to fucking stomp your feet and scream until you get what you want.
But here's the thing: you're not four years old, I'm not your mother, and this isn't over a goddamn ice cream cone. It's you feeling fucking entitled just because you occasionally stop by and visit when you're in town doing your goddamn grocery shopping anyway. So cut it the fuck out.
And don't even give me this shit about how I never actually said "no," and "just made excuses." If you feel the need to interpret "no" as something other than "no," that's on you, not me. (I won't even go into your dismissing my perfectly good reasons for not going with you as "excuses.")
P.S.: Your claim that there were no other non-relatives at the wedding? Bullshit. True, you guys were the only people from the gaming group (because no one else could get off work), but there were several other people there whom we could have asked to sign as witnesses. And you didn't even stick around for the reception.