I coulda sworn I left all this shit back in 2002....

Aug 20, 2007 16:29

So Des finally got down here in one piece and classes started today. Allow me to say how damn tired I am. I mean, really tired. On the good side, the folks love Desi. Yay, my parents approve...cause its mattered so much in the past...yaknow, what with the other crazies I've dated.

Anyhow, I'm moving into a house with Cheryl, Des, Cristal (friend of Cheryl, who's Angie's sister), Angie and Ray. To be honest, this is NOT what either Desi or I really wanted to do. We've had some problems with Angie, never face to face, but things she's said to one of us about the other over the phone for her own godforsaken reasons. I think she honestly can't live without somethin going on in her life.

Anyhow, we assessed the monetary situation, and discovered that on such short notice, finding other lodgings for a year was going to be damn near impossible. So in we moved, and thus the shit starteth.

I don't want to badmouth Angie. I believe she is a genuinely nice person...when she wants to be. I don't even think she realizes how patently infuriating she is at times. Hell, she was very pleasant this weekend. But I do want to say, very simply, that she needs to see a therapist or something.

First off, it was the descriptions of everyone else. Cheryl was made out to be a firebreathing monster, who I find very easy to get along with. Then it was the "I'm sticking my neck out for you guys" speech that followed or preceeded every bit of advice she gave either Desi or myself, which was in a tone that we both percieved to be "do what I say". The problem is, it isn't her house, we get along with the owner of the house, and she's not paying our bills, so I fail to see how she's sticking her neck out.

Then it was the "Well, I can't do that because..." stuff where she pretty much lost one job, started lounging around, and sent other people on errands to do things for her. But when things got tense, she always managed to stomp off up the stairs with no problem.

Now, with me, it's the "Ray better agree with me" stage where Raymond can't and won't defend himself whenever something happens. He sits there and takes it constantly, thinking its easier. Which, okay, its his marriage, I have no place there, but JESUS H. CHRIST! She yells at Ray, everyone gets tense, then somebody flies off the handle at the next thing that happens. Ray has extended this as far as to agree with everything she says...and I mean EVERYTHING, including comments or snide jabs at some of his friends in the company of others. I don't hold it against Ray. Hell, I don't hold it against Angie. It'd be like getting pissed at a retarded unhousebroken monkey for flinging feces: it's just their nature.

The really bad part is that apparently nobody feels like they can talk to Angie about this without her flying into a rage, including her own sister. Everyone gets tense, angry, mad, whatever, the house goes quiet, I go outside to smoke, and suddenly we're apparently having a fuckin' support group meeting. I admit it, in some of the moments where I've been severely pissed, I've vented. Hell, I'd like to tell her personally, but we've all pretty much figured out she'll fly off the handle, yell at everyone, and lock herself in her room again threatening never to come out.

Speaking of which, I'm apparently a controlling, manipulative, lying, drunken manwhore who's not to be trusted. Thought I'd mention it here since I can't bring it up anywhere else and other people are telling me they're getting it from someone. If you are that person, stop it. I already know who you are, and I'm really being polite for the sake of a mutual friend who enjoys spending time with you.

Desi is stressed as well, which, considering her daughter is in Pennsylvania until May and she is EXTREMELY emotionally sensitive and homesick right now, is something that bothers me even more. But I can't say anything because she's my best friend's wife, my fiancee's friend (though I don't know for how much longer), and someone I'd like to think is genuinely nice with no social skills...

Ugh. Alright, I think I'm done venting. Just had to get it off my chest.
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