A Dying Friendship
Me: So it’s gonna be like that huh?
Nick: Well you are the one making it like this cause I’m not gonna stop seeing her so you decide if your cool with that then it doesn’t have to be like this.
Me: I’m not cool with it, so I have to choose between you and her?
Nick: I really have feelings for her and I’m gonna see her so if that’s the way you want to look at it.
Me: BTW, I was referring to you giving me the silent treatment and believing her lies over the truth.
Nick: About what?
Me: Things that I supposedly said but didn’t.
Me: Remember the next time you need a friend I’m not there because you wanted to be with a lying bitch.
Nick: I wish you would stop this high school shit you can’t control who I date and who Tamara dates. The world does not revolve around you.
Me: I never said it did. You two were the ones sneaking around and lying to me. If you had sat me down like the other night before yall started fucking around, it would have been different.
Me: Don’t you remember me saying I wasn’t gonna try to stop you?
Me: Things would have been fine between us if you didn’t believe her over me.
Nick: Like what so far everything you said and she said have been the same.
Me: Not according to the texts you sent me yesterday.
Me: You said she said I said she had to choose between us and I certainly did not.
Me: That’s what I’m mad about.
Nick: Well I misunderstood her she said the same shit you did
Me: Then why didn’t you apologize for going off and calling me a bitch over something I didn’t say?
Nick: I will if you will let us be together
Me: I don’t care, but I’m not going to hang around when yall are together.
Me: All bets are off between she and I.
Nick: Well that’s not cool if you give her the cold shoulder then you give me the cold shoulder and that’s how it’s gonna be but I’m sorry for calling you a bitch
Me: Thank you.
Me: You can’t make me stay friends with a backstabber.
Nick: Why is she a back stabber? I started this because I had a real interest in her don’t blame it on her it’s more my fault.
Me: She betrayed me once before. This proves she can’t be a good friend.
Me: This is the first time I felt betrayed by you.
Nick: Ok well I don’t know what to tell you but I won’t go for the not hanging out with us together or you giving her the cold shoulder.
Me: Don’t you realize what you’re asking me to do?
Me: I cannot trust her. How can I be friends with her?
Me: If you don’t care about me enough as a friend to not force me to be friends with her then we shouldn’t be friends. I hate to say it, but it’s how I feel.
Nick: You don’t have to be friends with her but if I come over so does she and you must not be a bitch when we do.
Me: Then don’t come over.
Me: I can’t do what you’re asking of me. I’m sorry.
Nick: Ok fine.
Me: If you care, you would be my friend without me having to hang out with her.
Me: I would put up with her if I were at your house but not mine. I don’t want her near my home.
Nick: Ok fine.
Nick: I can still be your friend but I’m not coming over without her.
Me: That’s cool with me. You don’t really come over as it is.
Nick: LOL well I have a curfew everybody comes to my house.
Me: Is that a snippy fine? Or an agreement fine?
Me: I know
Me: Ok cool.
After that we joked around and stuff and avoided the pink elephant… well until the next day.
Me: Morning sunshine, how goes it?
Nick: It goes well I just had my morning cup of coffee and smoke and it’s nice and cool out here
Me: I haven’t been outside yet, but it’s gonna be a great day. I can feel it.
Nick: Yes it will
Me: I can’t believe how much better I feel now that the Lamictal is out of my system. I wish I had known sooner it was what was keeping me depressed.
Me: What are your plans for the day?
Nick: I’m gonna mow and do some yard work and later Tamara is coming back over when she gets off work.
Me: Ahh, good times. Good luck with that. I helped you out with one of your competitors.
Nick: What do you mean?
Me: She planned to hook up with her hubby’s best friend when he gets back from Iraq in October. She introduced us about a month ago and he’d been trying to get me instead.
Nick: LOL, well have at it
Me: I stopped resisting his advances… So it’s a trade off and you have one less guy to worry about.
Me: LOL I did
Me: I liked him but I wouldn’t give in because Tamara. I guess it was the same situation with you and her but she gave in… Which is fine now because I’m doing the same.
Me: Gotta love trade offs, LOL.
Nick: Oh yeah
Me: She can have my sloppy seconds, LOL. J/K
Nick: Coffee cup number two LOL
Me: LOL. Coke cup 3.
Nick: Can I get you to promise me something?
Me: Possibly. No guarantees.
Nick: Tamara is worried that you will do something to the stuff she still has over there will you promise to leave it alone please
Me: I promise to throw it away if it’s not outta here by tomorrow morning.
Nick: That’s not funny please don’t touch it
Me: Like I said it’s trash if it’s not outta here tomorrow morning. I almost threw it away yesterday.
Nick: We were gonna come over after work on Tuesday can we have till then please
Me: I have someone moving in tomorrow evening.
Nick: That’s so fucked up I can’t promise that we can get over there today but I can promise to take your job from you if you throw it away
Me: That’s fine. Go ahead. There are other jobs and I can pass a UA now.
Nick: I don’t want to play your childish games
Me: It’s not childish. I have someone moving in tomorrow. I need the space.
Nick: Well then I’ll have to come move it myself I’ll work something out with my mom and I’ll be by later
Nick: I will be by later
Me: I know. You told me already.
Nick: ok well I Just wanted to make sure
Me: Okay, I got the memo.
He came and moved her stuff out later that day. Once he got here, he could barely look me in the eye. My mom happened to be here at the time and she asked what was going on. I told her that Tamara started fucking around with Nick behind my back and now we aren’t friends anymore. She’s glad Tamara is out of my life. My mom has always hated her. Nick hurried up with a box to escape hearing my mom’s opinion. I thought that was funny.
My mom and I sat in the living room and talked about the situation. When Nick came back in to get more boxes I told her that he threatened to get me fired because of Tamara.
I said, “Isn’t that fucked up? I am the only one of his friends that was there for him while he was in prison. I let him stay here when he and his dad was fighting and when he was working for his dad and not getting paid I pretty much supported him.”
He heard every word of it. I told him I deserved an apology. He could not look me in the eye. He just went back to Tamara’s old bedroom and got more boxes. After he finished getting her shit out of my house, he came over to where I was sitting and wanted a hug. He has nerve. I will give him that. Shortly after he left, he sent me a text message apologizing for threatening to get me fired.
Nick: Ok I’m sorry for threatening to take your job away but I owe you no more than that
Nick: oh and it’s not ugly
Me: What’s not ugly? And thanks for the apology. I didn’t say you owed me more than that.
Nick: Tamara’s crotch
Me: Ewww to much info. You’re nasty if you like it.
Nick: Well I do so I guess I’m nasty lmao
Me: Are you trying to hurt me or what? That was mean for you to say. And you call me childish, WTF yo?
Nick: Well you’re the one that said it was ugly and that’s not childish
Me: It is ugly to me and most other people who’ve seen it. I wasn’t bragging about Shane’s huge cock to you. It’s almost 2.5 times the size of yours. Please keep comments like that to yourself. I would much appreciate it, sir.
Nick: ok sorry
Me: Thank you.
Things are forever changed between Nick and I. After what has been said and done, I am not sure we can stay friends. I know we will not have what we had before Tamara. He is slipping into being a mere acquaintance or just an ex to me. He made his choice. I hope he remembers that when Tamara fucks him over and he tries to come back to our dying friendship and me.
Why should I fight to maintain a friendship with him?
On this day..
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.