Scribbles 'n Scraps

1st – want to give a shout out to Erin and tell her how happy I am that she is back. I missed ya girl. Sorry about your accident and I’m so happy that you and little guy are ok.

Now, onto my very interesting drama deal.

Ok, so I have this friend. We’ve been friends since high school (oddly most of my closest friends I’ve been friends with since high school or I’ve reconnected with them and now we are close again. Weird.) Anyway, so I’ve known her a looooooong damn time. I’ve always known she has had issues. She has always had a tendency to lie. In fact, it has always been something that really bothred me about her. But we had so much history, I tended to overlook it most of the time. I really think I am a good friend, and I’ve worked hard to maintain that friendship, despite the damage she has inflicted over and over again.

Now here’s where I have not been such a good friend.

About nine months ago or so she got sick. Because of her lying and the fact that she tends to be a hypocondriac, and the fact that her husband felt the same way I did, we weren’t sure how “sick” she really was. We weren’t sure what to believe. I tried to be there, but I felt extremely used. She only called to complain about her husband, her illness or to ask me for a favor. That was the only time I heard from her for awhile. It was really annoying. I still continued to try to help out when I could, including getting her child off the bus and keeping him when we had things to do, etc. (I have five kids, one mini van and no more spots left, so when we watch her kid or kids we cannot go anywhere)

After awhile, I quit calling her all together. And I avoided the phone most of the time that she called. In fact, sometimes I deliberately left the phone where I wouldn’t hear it ring. I was tired of being the sounding board. So as her illness got “worse”, she got “worse”. During that time, I befriended a neighbor of hers. Actually, I’d always known the gal, but not as well as during this time. I learned over time how digusted this gal was with my friend. I was also told that this friend had spoken badly of me, my ex husband (don’t care much about that), and my children. (you can say whatever the hell you want to say about me or any other adult in my life, but dammit keep my kids the hell out of it!) The things she said, could only have been said by her. She would take situations and twist them so badly, it was horrible. Apparently she had been doing this for years. My new friend (the gal) had no idea what to think about anything during that time, and just continued to know me from a distance. As she watched me with my new family however, and saw how I interacted with my children, how my children interacted with others, and how dynamically we were all happy, nice people, she knew that my friend was lying about everything. So that was when she spilled the beans. This was at Thanksgiving. In the meantime, my old friend had reconnected with another old friend of ours from high school. She spouted off more lies to her. Some about me, some about her husband, some about the neighbors and more and more and more until it was absolutely out of control. The “reconnected” friend of ours approached her almost like an intervention and told her we were onto her, that we were all sick of the lies, the two faced crap – basically the high school drama.

So things got better for awhile. But during the past five months she has been spouting off again. Apparently about me to our “reconnected” friend, and to me about our “reconnected” friend. She has gone off on my kids, she took a situation from when my son was seven, a very innocent child-like thing he did (playing with a candle) and called him a pyromaniac. (uhm…it was the only time he has EVER done anything like that and he is about to be thirteen. She took another totally sad, and horrible experience my son endured and made it something it wasn’t. We had to put our dog to sleep a year and a half ago. My son had once hit my dog on the head. The reason he had to be put to sleep was because he had a brain tumor. My son thought it was his fault and was blaming himself (obviously it was NOT his fault). She told our mutual friend that he is an animal abuser (not even close -in fact we have 2 dogs and a cat – guess who feeds, walks and plays with them the most?) So I just found all this out two nights ago.

I was so angry, I thought I was going to cry. Not because I’m sad, but because that is how incredibly mad I was. (and still am).
So after I found out, our mutual friend decided to once again have an intervention thing again. And she did. She finally called me tonght to tell me about it. We talked for two hours and I don’t feel a single bit better. I really want to. She says she made headway, she made our friend admit that she has a problem, that she spouts of lies, talks badly about the people who care for her most, and a lot more. Why doesn’t that make me feel better? Because my friend is also my neighbor. I have to see her all the time. Her children play with mine. Mine are very aware of what is going on, and don’t understand what happened. My children have literally grown up knowing her and don’t understand why she would say the things that she has said. There is just too much damage, and I have to protect my children and family.

I am so sick of all this damn drama, I feel like I’m in school again. What the hell is the matter with people? Can’t she see all the thigns we have done for her. Is she that ungrateful that she has to turn on the people who have helped her the most. I so wish I could figure out how to make her aware, how to get her to change and how I can help her find God again, because she is so lost. She is definitely one of His lost lambs, and lemme just tell you right now I feel more like she is a lost ASS. I’m so mad.

Sorry for venting, but I just had to get it out.
I’m not going back to even attempt to proof this, so sorry for typos and grammatical errors.