I have a ‘friend’ who believes she’s still close to me. She also believes I may have forgotten about the money she owes me for some sleep medication. Every time I see her on Facebook or on Skype, I say “Hi” or “Hey” and she signs off or shuts off her phone. She knows she owes me this money and it’s been since after Thanksgiving last year (1012) that she’s kept telling me that she will pay me. Then the excuses and the monies she received from a death in her family, and more excuses. I’m not even sure if she’d talk to me on the phone, but I am sick of her avoiding me and hiding herself away from me. We had been intimate between her former fiancee and her current one; nothing for her current fiancee to worry about. I loved her like a friend (with benefits) but I knew that would not happen often and I was happy with that.
This is when things started getting pretty weird and our friendship started taking a turn for the worse… Her current fiancee is a very jealous man. He, thinking I’m doing this for the attention and the money, seems to be afraid of what I might do with his girlfriend; he still thinks of me a a guy, too, so that’s his loss.
She and I have had our intimate connections from time to time while she was with her ex. Truthfully, being with her in that way felt so right on so many levels, but having the anatomy I have is what makes this kind of thing exceptionally foreign to me. We enjoyed each other, but ultimately I knew who I was, though not why.
The tirade that I’m in the process of posting to her, I also want to post to a few friends to let them know my intentions, and how I intend to exact justice, but that I will be striking her from my Facebook account and my Skype contacts. She has really set me off, and I finally got up the courage to explain how I truly feel about this.
You ask for stuff in the games we play mutually and I give it freely. That’s what I do and how I am supposed to treat people (it’s in the Bible). You still will not pay me back that little bit. I am struggling to find work here, starting a business with a couple of friends I made while living here, and the family I’m a nanny for loves me and my cooking!
When you dissed me before I left, I thought you’d never want to see me or talk to me for as long as you lived. That’s exactly how I felt. I’m sorry for all the crap that I did for you out of the kindness and friendship we shared. I’m so upset and angry with you and your actions that I’m not sure what to do.
I love you in a way that Stefan will never understand, and with that you should respect me for the discovering who I am and where I’m going with in this journey. I love who I am now and not even you can stand in the way of my progress!
Lately, you’ve been disrespecting me when I see you’re on Facebook or Skype and I offer a simple “Hi”, you shut me out. You immediately hop off like I’ve just e-slapped you in the face. You promised me you’d pay me. You said with your own mouth and mind. Stefan was there to hear it too. Would you like me to tell him about those few times where we were intimate and I helped satisfy you? If you don’t, I would seriously recommend you pay me.
Understand, if you were in my position, wouldn’t you want me to pay you back? I did things that were against my moral compass, because my best friend asked me to. You know I don’t usually do those kinds of things, but I did so you could be happy. (I just wish it was a different relationship, is all– us I mean and *NOT* you and Stefan.)
We truly had some real heart-to-heart talks in your green Buick. I loved that car! What happened to that scared girl from northern Florida? What happened to the girl who called me when she found out she was pregnant by some guy who took advantage of you, while in the Navy? I told you then how I felt. I knew Matthew wouldn’t understand, but he’d just roll over (like all those time you and he got intimate) and I’d be able to stake a claim in your life. I loved you then. I still do…
The things between us have changed. I feel I need to stop hoping for that *never-ending romance*, that *hopeless romance* that I told you about. The one where we split from our significant others and embrace what we have together. With my new-found personal discovery and my yearning for a special friend, one who knows me, I hoped we could figure all of that out– it never came– and you shirked me, tossed me to the wayside *AND* complained that I was taking too long bathing because you were going to a movie with Stefan.
What kind of friend would promise their best friend to lend a helping hand and spend time with her when you may never see her again? Why would you make me feel so insignificant, almost as if I’m lying to you about moving, and taking it upon yourself to not pick up the phone and call me; or even answer when I called!? Did you not have any intestinal fortitude to stand up to Stefan just this once and make my last night in Gibsonton one that we would both remember?
… … Apparently not. Apparently you never cared. Apparently you used me. You used my writing expertise. You used my knowledge of sexual intimacy for your own gains. You used me and used me and used me, but when I needed a little hand (or some money when I sold to you a few personal things), you turn your back on me like a little crying puppy or a child you’re trying to teach to live away from you for a few hours. Mechele and Paul saw how I was the night before, crying, weeping, hoping you’d come and help and visit. Mechele called Stefan about you coming over; he told her he didn’t know anything about what you told me and that he didn’t mind you coming over. You gave a mathematics homework excuse… Then the following day, you even told me the day before if not then, “tomorrow”. I called you all day. From my phone, Paul and Mechele’s phone and did not even answer. Again making me feel helpless and useless. Stefan didn’t even want to be disturbed over it. Around 5:30 you called back and told Mechele that Stefan had a computer issue and Pat was there to help fix it; you HAD to watch the puppies. You could have put them outside, gotten in your car and came to see me. You didn’t, then upon getting there, you and Stefan try to rush me out of the bath. You and Stefan also got read the Riot Act by both Paul and Mechele! Where the hell were your priorities that night!? Why the broken promise!?
I guess I only rated as a useable friend. One whom you could pull the wool over her eyes and lambaste when things didn’t go right for you. I am supposed to be *YOUR* best friend! Why have you treated me as less than Human? Paul and Mechele have allowed me into their home without prejudice, without hate, without a care knowing I would do them no harm. Both you and Stefan have this preconceived notion that I am doing this for attention or that I’m doing this for monetary gain; if that was true, where’s all my money? Where’s all my worldly possessions? Where’s my purple Kia Soul? Where’s my Xbox slim? Where’s my 64″ flat panel 120Hz LCD widescreen television? Where’s my airplane tickets to Spain, Ireland and Japan?
If you give me any more excuses why you have not paid me, then consider this: you’re through being my friend; you’re not even an acquaintance of mine; not a colleague or a co-worker… You’re just some dumb twat that I used to know who screwed me over for a measly $90.
The ball is now in your court. The next move is yours. Make it count.
This is exactly how I feel. I want her to understand that she needs to pay back her debt and then things can be happy and proper again. Just as it was when we first met working at WalMart in Gibsonton– the under-appreciated electronics co-worker and the electronics ‘mastermind’ for fielding customers questions– gathering ourselves and talking in her car for hours after work. I knew we were both looking for similar things in life; I told her I’d never hurt her. Now, this whole thing is hurting me more than I care to express…
I care for her and care about her. Her SO thinks highly of her, but barely shows it. He’d rather spend time off work relaxing playing games than relaxing and being close and intimate with her. That’s what she’s missing in her life; an intimate connection. Now that I’m no longer there, she’s got to deal with it on her own…