I'm gonna tell you a story. This is the story of a little girl, who knew someone I was becoming close to. As such, we became friends, and that was groovy. I didn't get to meet her when I moved out to be with said person, since she moved right before, but we remained friends. When things with said person started getting a little rocky, I talked to this girl, since she knew said person better and longer than I did/had, and we became better friends. So far, all good.
OK, eventually, me and said person broke up, and this girl and I remained friends, to the point that she was talking some pretty serious smack about said person. I thought that a little odd, but she said she had been through a lot of shit with said person, and so I accepted it. As I was single again, I started to live my life a little more again. As such, I had less time to talk on the phone about nothing, and thus me and the girl talked less. When we DID talk, this girl made a serious point of berating me for not talking to her as much, and frankly, it got old pretty quick. This made me even less likely to make or take the phone calls, and thus, we talked less...and when we did, she complained to me even more about not talking to her. Sense a trend here?
We did finally meet once, and that was fun. One of her children, her most recent, was unofficially my godson, so I got to meet him for the first time, and that was nice too. Still, there wasn't much to talk about, and so we still didn't talk much. She seemed to not take note of the fact that I didn't chit-chat with ANYONE much, and took it as some sort of personal affront that I wasn't talking to her much. Thus the trend continued.
She finally moved back, but I had already left. Still, on her way back, she stopped and stayed the night with Di and I. During this visit, she snubbed Di repeatedly, to the point that Di said the Hell with it and went on to bed. Obviously, this bothered me not only because Di was my fiancée, but the fact that Di was consenting to them staying in our home.
Since that time, she got involved with someone I didn't approve of. Now, that's not any of my business, but when she ASKED for my opinion, I gave it, and no matter what I said, I was accused of taking one person's opinions and sides and assuming them to be true. After a time, I gave up trying to convince her differently, frankly just to get her to back off. regardless, she STILL didn't seem to understand why I didn't go out of my way to talk to her, etc. She also took it as some sort of personal affront when I was unable to travel to see her on the occasion of her 'commitment ceremony' to this person I didn't approve of, even though I said repeatedly that I was unable to spare the time or money to make such a trip. Even ignoring the fact that I thought it absurd of her to have this ceremony, considering she was technically STILL MARRIED to the guy she was leaving, it wasn't happening...and I got to take shit for it.
Most recently, I apparently didn't mention her in my recent post, listing people I was glad to know. Never mind that the list was narrowed down from over 200 names. Never mind that it was a mistake that she was left off of it (probably because she has two journals, and I thought I had left one name on when I cut the other out). She sees that her name is not there, she immediately gets wildly insulted, makes a public comment about it, and defriends me, all within the space of a few minutes.
Dear, congratulate yourself. Go ahead, pat yourself on the back, shake your own hand, get yourself a cookie. You've accomplished what very few people that I have called 'friend' have: you've angered me to the point of public denouncement. You could have come to me and told me your feelings, and I would have realized my oversight and corrected it, begging your apology and good cheer. Instead, you chose to call me out in public, and make a childish show of 'taking your toys and going home'. I'm sick of the whining, the needling, and the rest of it. Keep it, I no longer wish to partake of your bitter flavour of friendship. I know that you have also become friends with a man that I count among my closest true friends, and no doubt you will take your bile about this situation to him. I would prefer you not, but only because I wish to save my friend from having to listen to it.
And with that, Ladies and Gentlemen, I wash my hands of the situation. This is not a thing I do lightly or with any personal pleasure, and, frankly,it puts a damper on what would have otherwise been a really nice holiday.
Here's hoping that your holiday is full of light, love, cheer, and levity, and that you spend it with the kind of friends and family that are quite the opposite of the one I describe here.