I enrolled Beth in a summer art class at the local college, so she is coming with me to work on the Fridays in June and then I take her over to the class and pick her up during my lunch hour. Bringing her with me this morning gave us thirty minutes of uninturrupted talking time …. and she talked … and she talked … and she talked.
I now know so much more about the toxic friendship she has with her so called “best friend”, as if the crap that I already knew wasn’t enough.
Beth told me this morning that the “friend” told her to her face “Beth you are so ugly … you’re lucky I’m even friends with you” and that she tells her stuff like this on a regular basis and has been doing it for years.
OH HELL NO !!!
Stick a fork in this relationship …. because we are sooooooooooo done with this little troublemaker.
The twins will be having their birthday party in a few weeks and take a wild, hairy guess who is NOT invited.
With friends like that she better watch out for her enemies……………lol Really why does someone thing they need to be friends with someone like that the rotten little bitch needs someone to bitch slap her silly……..sorry but this really pisses me off. My sister had a friendship like this when she was a child and that pissed me off…………..
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We are trying really hard to limit Beth’s (and Emily’s) contact with this girl … but she showed up at the ballpark on Friday night. I wasn’t overly nice to her.
This may or may not be pertinent to Beth’s situation. As I was leaving Georgia after my sister’s funeral, my father sent me a long email that could best be summed up as “lashing out” at me, at my mother, at me for “choosing” my mother (because that’s how these things work). I’ve shown it to three friends to ask if I am overreacting, or if my reaction is valid. One person said to me: he’s grieving, sometimes people act crazy. To which I replied that his grief does not give him permission to say these things to me, and that he’s not the only one grieving.
Beth may try to forgive, or ignore, or let go of some of the things this “friend” says to her, because Beth understands that the friend is having a really rough go of it. Dear sweet Beth, don’t do that. Forgive a single instance, maybe, depending. But allow it to continue and you do both of you a disservice.
Ending a friendship is brutally hard to do the first time – maybe every time – but Beth needs to protect herself now and in order to do so, this friendship must end.
The really sad thing is that they have been “best friends” for so long that poor Beth doesn’t know what a good friendship is supposed to be like.