so i get off my shift and take a nap but do i get any sleep? noooo....
somebody's always gotta wake me up. so, i get a message on the
answering machine from the crazy b*tch reading me the riot act. i get
the, 'IT'S NOT THAT YOU WON'T SPEAK TO ME BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME
YOU WEREN'T GOING TO SPEAK TO ME SOONER?'
it's a long message. she went on about how she was 'HURT' and
'HUMILIATED' and 'ABANDONED' and i was 'JUST LIKE [HER] EX!' i'm
guessing she's more upset about the fact that i don't want to talk to
her anymore rather than the fact that i waited for a week for her to
get the hint.
this chick just doesn't take hints.
i mean, all i said was three little words, 'i need space.' maybe i said
'i need some space' i can't remember.
now i'm supposed to call her back and talk about her 'TRUST ISSUES' --
at least that's what she says.
i'm sorry but i have SPACE ISSUES.
i tried to be nice to this chick, and, i could have been really really
mean and i wasn't. and, i wanted to be mean, cause i'm a rotten
person.
i did wait a week hoping she'd get the hint. i mean, none of the other
women return her calls. they just avoid her like the plague. one woman
said she saw her at a meeting and turned around and left after 10
minutes, just to avoid her.
see, they all just want to avoid her. that way, if this crazy woman
stops being so crazy, there's never been any altercation, and all of
the women in the fellowship can just pretend that they got really busy
or their phones were broken. and, the crazy woman can pretend to
believe them. and, they'll all get along just fine.
meanwhile, i'll be the one that this crazy ***** is mad at forever.
i might as well have been mean, but i'm trying to live differently.
i'm trying not to be rotten today.
something tells me i better brace myself for a huge onslaught of phone
calls from this crazy b*tch.
diana