Some days I just need my friends. In particular, I wanted to talk to E, who is my constant bitching buddy. Except, usually it’s her who’s bitching and I’m being the loving consoling friend. In return, I get back “oh, you’re such a good friend, what would I do without you?” Indeed.
So, as an aside, bed bugs wage psychological warfare. Just for the record. Sleep deprivation, anyone?
And what do you need in times of war? You’re friends.
Granted, she didn’t know what I was going through. I don’t hold it against her that she didn’t answer the phone.
What I did resent, however, was a message from her today going on about how everything was just “so much” and she was having trouble with it all, so she just decided not to answer my call yesterday. Sorry. Bye.
Ok, for the record, everything has been “so much” since I met her almost 15 years ago. And I have always been there to listen. Did it ever occur to her that maybe what I was dealing with also was “so much”, and I was hoping for a little goddamn reciprocity, instead of just to shoot the shit and listen to her tales of woe?
No.
Well, fuck you.
I know damn well what you’re getting out of this relationship. What am I getting out of it?
Not even a dial tone.
