Lady Manson (ladymanson) wrote,
Lady Manson

Drunken sadness...

It seems I always have had issues with girls as friends.  I'm one of those types of girls that gets along WAY better with guys.  I don't know - maybe girls are too catty for me or something.  I tend to get along better with women I am related to, guys, and lesbians.  Why that is, I don't know, but hey.

Case in point.  From the age of four, I had my best friend, Jenny.  We were close as sisters until the day I was diagnosed with epilepsy.  As if it wasn't bad enough that I had to have a grandmaul seizure in my math class and wind up the class outcast, labeled a "fucking retard" all throughout junior high and high school, my best friend decided she couldn't deal with having me as a friend.  I don't sit and dwell on it.  Having grown up with cerebral palsy and epilepsy,  I have been treated in quite a cruel manner, but I also have realized that kids are just plain cruel and for the most part, regret a lot of stuff when they grow up.  Well, after two years of getting used to seizure meds and routine hospital visits, I got a job and met a girl who I then became best friends with, Jessica.  I loved this girl more than anything.  A lot happened between us, but mainly, she ended up with a guy that changed her completely and she wasn't the same person since.  After that, we split and haven't spoken since.  About two years after  that, Jenny came back around.  Since we are adults, we talked and to this day she apologizes for all the shit she put me through.  So what happens?

I got married in October.  My husband owns a music store and has several employees.  Jenny hooked up with one of them, whom she is still dating quite seriously.  Well, guess what happened?  She has done the same as Jessica, turning into someone completely different, making me out to be a heartless bitch, when in reality, I haven't done anything.  Here's what happened.

She didn't say a word to me since my wedding.  On December 22, she emails me at work and asks when we are going to exchange gifts.  Okay, I didn't know we were even going to do that this year, especially since both of us are in somewhat of a huge financial bind.  She told me about a couple things she wanted, so I hauled ass out to get something.  Turns out, what I planned on getting her was what her boyfriend got her.  All right, I always have a backup.  The backup had already been bought by her mom.  At that point, I was like, okay, we're adults and if we don't get gifts immediately, we'll be fine.  Plus, it's nearly Christmas and we had just had a blizzard.  I didn't want to drive around anymore.  I had already tried two different things.  I told her this and all was well.

I'm driving home last night after seeing the awesome Spanish horror film "The Orphanage", and I called my sister.  She asks me why I didn't get Jenny a gift.  What?  Apparently, she had been at my husband's store and Jenny's boyfriend starts bitching out my little sister about me not getting her a gift, saying that Jenny is totally upset and feels terrible.  Um, please, don't tell me.  Have your damn boyfriend chew out my little sister and then have her message it over me!  Good God! 

It's just like a damn rerun of my teenage years with Jessica.  I'm so sick of this dramatic bullshit.  We're adults.  The concept of not being able to get gifts due to house payments and such should really be a bit more understood at this point.

So I am sitting here with my fantastic bottle of Capitan Morgan Private Stock and cans of Coke.  And a pizza I probably should not have ordered.  I have been working on more Supernatural icons, including the cute Sam one that I have on this post.  And I made a new layout for my site featuring Sam and Ruby.  Ugh, I'm just pissed...

Thank you to those who made it this far.  Ranting on LJ REALLY does actually help me when I feel bad and right now, I'm feeling really bad. 
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