She’s Bat-Shit Crazy! – Chapter 2

As part of my BFF’s bat-shit craziness over adventure b) (guy from Tinder in another state) the two of them actually discussed meeting. I, of course, was privileged to have a blow-by-blow detail of the planning phase.

I was privileged enough to watch as those plans altered from he’s staying in a hotel for two weeks, to he’s staying at her house for week…because what could possibly go wrong with a stranger from Tinder you’ve never met staying with you?!

I was privileged enough to be the support person for BFF each time adventure b) postponed the trip to Adelaide.

I was the privileged one who had to listen to her bat-shit crazy plans to cancel work and other things in preparation for all these non-trips by adventure b) to visit her. However, I did take the liberty of expressly telling her to not drop everything for him, especially work given her particular employment situation, because a) it was stupid and b) it would set a precedence for the relationship.

I was the privileged one. Yay me \o/

I digress momentarily…

BFF has another friend she spends a lot of time with other than me. This friend is younger than both of us and has two young children. For some reason unbeknownst to BFF or I, she doesn’t want BFF babysitting her kids. This has BFF quite upset. This week I needed a babysitter as I had to attend an after hours meeting for work, so I asked BFF if she could watch my young kids for an hour so I could attend. She agreed because she’s awesome. It also made her feel good that I’d asked.

Back on track…

The day before the babysitting was due to occur BFF and I had lunch together. She told me: “adventure b) is flying in tomorrow to see me when I’m supposed to babysit the kids, can you get another babysitter?”…

I did get another babysitter. And I didn’t speak to BFF for 3 days because of it.

For the last few years I’ve been struggling to deal with people who, for lack of a better phrase, shit on me. There have been a lot. As a result, I’ve culled my friendship base to include only those who have been genuinely supportive of me especially during and after my relationship with my abusive ex. This did not leave me with a lot of friends. To then have my BFF shit on me and my kids stung. A lot.

I told her I was upset and she indicated she understood, but she also made zero effort to contact me or make it up once adventure b) came to town. Yes, she is dickstruck but whatever the female version of the bro code is, she broke it.

The salt in the wound? It was my arsehole ex who ended up babysitting his kids for me. Now I owe him a favour.

My anger has subsided, but I still harbour a resentment towards BFF because of her actions which I know is stupid and wrong. I wish I could be the bigger person and pretend I didn’t care, but the fact is she is my BFF and I don’t pretend with her as she doesn’t with me. We are always 100% real with each other. So this is the first fight (if you can call it that) that we’ve ever had in our friendship, and it sucks.

If there was anyone in the world who I thought I could trust wholeheartedly it was her. And again, I’m left learning the lesson that the only person you can ever trust is yourself.







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