An elderly relative under R’s care is very injured and in a rehabilitation place. R has no medical training.
R: If you want to know about her condition, don’t ask the nurse’s station. You should just ask me. I don’t want there to be any confusion about her condition and I’ll know everything.
[I have crazy relatives.]
Cousin: i am just arguing with a friend about people opening up about their abuse stories. i think it is perverse.
Me: what is perverse? and what brought that on?
Cousin: There is little value to reading an abuse story. It does more to gratify our curiosity than make us sympathetic to the victim. The only people who need to know their stories are those who know best how to deal with their problems, unless a professional recommends speaking up!
Me: there is communal benefit in exchanging stories. first, realizing that people have gone through a certain experience helps others speak up, which is a huge factor in even sharing them in the first place.
If someone feels like sharing it, it is a benefit. if people are coerced into sharing, that’s another story, but this seems to include all such narratives.
Cousin: I don’t think people have to describe gruesome details of their abuse to raise awareness or gain support. Or inspire people to speak up. Instead, people derive some sadistic satisfaction… it’s akin to pornography.
Cousin: i am not against abused victims speaking up… i am against them sharing gruesome details.
[the internet connection kicks me off… but by the time I have come back online, she’s gone. I have since blocked her.]
Crazy Friend: My parents are killing me. I can’t take them for much longer. They are telling me that I’m a bum every day.
Me: My parents did, too. They do it constantly. They put me down to everyone they know. They have said remarkably cruel things to me and about me. I know what it’s like. And I’m telling you that you just can’t let it affect your decision making.
Crazy Friend: I know. But unlike you, I’m not used to it. At one point, they were proud of me. That’s what hurts the most.
Ex-friend has been spending lunch ranting about her first world problems. After a good 45 minutes, she finally asks me what’s going on with my life.
Me: Well, things have been really hard on [my fiance’s sister] Rachel, and we’re trying to help the best we can. Her husband’s first daughter is missing with her son. She’s bipolar, been in and out of hospitals since she was 16, and the state is looking all over. Also, Rachel and her husband sold their business after trying for over a year now. They had just finished contract negotiations, signed the contract, and then that week all their trucks and equipment were repossessed! Turns out they snuck a change into the contract that said they didn’t have to pay for any of it. $400,000 worth of equipment! And they haven’t been able to afford to pay their mortgage for two years now, which is why they were selling the business. Most of their utilities are shut off for the past few months. A—
Ex-Friend: (gets weird grin on her face) Stop! I don’t want to talk about this anymore. (giggles)
Me: Um, okay?
(She immediately changes the topic back to herself and her problems.)
[a phone conversation between me and my friend. the friend who died drove me to the hospital when I had a life-threatening health emergency and remains one of the closest friends I’ve ever had.]
Friend: I had the worst day ever. I got a ticket, and my roommate left her computer plugged in and —
Me: My friend died today.
Friend: Were you guys close?
Me: I hadn’t spoken to her in a few months, but yes, we were —
Friend: — and my boss told me something, and … I don’t know. Will things get better? What do you think? Do you think my life will get better?
Me: [agitated, and in a louder voice] I have no idea. Also, my friend died.
Friend: But you guys weren’t even close!
My boyfriend and I were on the verge of breaking up for the past month. My friend calls me up hysterical crying.
Ex-Friend: I hate being single, it’s the absolute worst!
Me: Being single isn’t necessarily better than being in a relationship. Mark and I aren’t doing so well right now…
Ex-Friend: But at least you HAVE somebody!! I have NOBODY!! You don’t understand!!
(And that was the last time I got to bring that up.)
Fuck u, get a life, y r u 2 whiny motherfuckers hung up on jeanne, grow the fuck up and dont text me again, i am beyond sick of u, have another drink u piece of shit and tell ur wife i said fuck her too, good riddance and dont ever talk 2 me again
i dont live in philly and dont care about half their teams, if u hate philly and our state stay the fuck out, put on the list of states ur afraid like california u loser U r a coward, u talk through texts, pick up the phone like a man u little bitch, i wouldnt waste my time fighting you, ur not my time, u just have to have last word Who gives a fuck about the giants, its a game u loser, i dont give a fuck if u win the super bowl I wanna run away from u and ur coward fat ass who talks shit thru text message, i am not running from u, u dont scare me, i just want u 2 leave us alone and u just keeping coming back running ur mouth, the same old boring shit and too much pussy 2 answer ur phone, please u do me a favor and just keep livi ng ur pathetic life and crawl back into ur hole and leave us the fuck alone, u can have the last word and laugh, u beat my team in a game, we beat u in life on a daily basis, peace loser
This came in as nine text messages, by the way. So much for “Go Giants.”
Ur a fat bald alcoholic with a spineless schizo buck tooth bitch who cant act. Enjoy the foreclosure of your home and the the inevitable end of your marriage after she holds in resentment for u that u didnt know existed.
—texted to my husband after he told her that she was a bully and I was brave to finally get away from her abuse; for the record, I still can’t figure out how she made up bucktoothed, lmao
I took my friend around to a town near mine for a shopping trip. As I was driving her back to her place, she spots a McDonald’s.
Ex-Friend: Go into the McDonald’s! I want a hot fudge sundae!
I pull into the drive-thru and order a sundae for my friend. We pull back onto the road, and she gets visibly upset and angry.
Ex-Friend: There isn’t enough fudge on this! This is ridiculous! I wanted the sundae for the fudge! Take me to another McDonald’s!
Me: Well, if I turn off this road a little while ahead, and then get over to the other highway, there’s another McDonald’s there.
Ex-Friend: Okay, good, take me there!
She finishes off the sundae as we pull into the drive-thru of the second McDonald’s, while muttering, “They better put enough fudge on it.” I order, grab the sundae and hand it to her. We pull away.
Ex-Friend: Oh my God, what is wrong with these people?! Why can’t they put enough fudge on these sundaes!! That’s it, you’re taking me to another McDonald’s!
I go even more off our route to another highway and another McDonald’s. I pull into the drive-thru as she finishes the second sundae.
Me: Hi, I’d like a hot fudge sundae, please?
Ex-Friend: AND THERE BETTER BE LOTS OF EXTRA FUDGE!!!
I slouch into my seat, grab the sundae, and hand it to her.
Ex-Friend: (opens the sundae) Finally!! Plenty of fudge! Guess he heard me!