Seriously? I need to fucking vent for a minute.
Dear David's mother:
... What the actual fuck? Did you seriously ask David if he has any friends that could miss the wedding ceremony? Because you want to invite all your friends? Seriously?
I'm sorry, I know that someone is going to have to miss the ceremony in order to let deliveries etc. into the reception venue. But the number of our friends invited to/involved in the wedding is something like 50. The number that you get to invite is 150.
So fuck you. Get the fuck over yourself.
No goddamn love, me.
Dear mom:
... At what point of "I'm really not interested in ever talking to Summer* again" did you think you ought to be telling me that she's told her mother that she's "crying over our friendship"?
I didn't let her guilt me into being friends with her again, and I'm not fucking letting you do it either.
I have, in fact, forgiven her for her bullshit years ago. Forgiveness does not require me to let her back into my life. No, really. It doesn't. I'm not the person I was then. She's not the person she was then. I'm not fucking interested, ok?
Mind your own goddamn business, me
PS: Seriously, she needs to move on. This happened how long ago? And she hasn't made more friends? Found new mentors? This isn't my problem.
PPS: She should fucking consider therapy.
* For those of you who are unfamiliar with my issues, you can get the gist of the beginning here. I could have sworn I wrote up a post about her messaging me via FB last March, but maybe I didn't or maybe I didn't tag it. (Did I email it to somebody? I can't seem to find one where I put everything together... I found the FB messages, of course, but the blog she'd made is gone...) Suffice it to say I didn't like that it seemed she was trying to guilt me into being friends, or that she had so many excuses for the way she'd treated me it utterly undermined any attempt at apologizing.
... What the actual fuck? Did you seriously ask David if he has any friends that could miss the wedding ceremony? Because you want to invite all your friends? Seriously?
I'm sorry, I know that someone is going to have to miss the ceremony in order to let deliveries etc. into the reception venue. But the number of our friends invited to/involved in the wedding is something like 50. The number that you get to invite is 150.
So fuck you. Get the fuck over yourself.
No goddamn love, me.
Dear mom:
... At what point of "I'm really not interested in ever talking to Summer* again" did you think you ought to be telling me that she's told her mother that she's "crying over our friendship"?
I didn't let her guilt me into being friends with her again, and I'm not fucking letting you do it either.
I have, in fact, forgiven her for her bullshit years ago. Forgiveness does not require me to let her back into my life. No, really. It doesn't. I'm not the person I was then. She's not the person she was then. I'm not fucking interested, ok?
Mind your own goddamn business, me
PS: Seriously, she needs to move on. This happened how long ago? And she hasn't made more friends? Found new mentors? This isn't my problem.
PPS: She should fucking consider therapy.
* For those of you who are unfamiliar with my issues, you can get the gist of the beginning here. I could have sworn I wrote up a post about her messaging me via FB last March, but maybe I didn't or maybe I didn't tag it. (Did I email it to somebody? I can't seem to find one where I put everything together... I found the FB messages, of course, but the blog she'd made is gone...) Suffice it to say I didn't like that it seemed she was trying to guilt me into being friends, or that she had so many excuses for the way she'd treated me it utterly undermined any attempt at apologizing.