Have you ever had to ice someone out of your life? I think I’m going to have to do it. I think I’m already doing it.
If you read my earlier post about bacon and friendship, it’s one of the friends from that post. You can read it here to refresh your memory. (And if you’re wondering how that friendship is progressing, let’s just say that it hasn’t taken long to realize turkey bacon isn’t bacon at all)
So, my birthday is in November and I always plan my parties well in advance. And I told all my friends last November that for my 30th this year, I wanted to do a Dirty 30 in Vegas. What better place to celebrate, right? So this friend has said from the beginning that she’s in. And she’s been talking about it all year long, about how much fun it’s going to be. I haven’t booked anything yet because not everyone has all their money saved up and we’re waiting for a sweet deal, but I’ve let everyone know the weekend that we’re going. Now, since she’s been leeching on my best friend all summer long, my bff tells me on Saturday that this other friend has already booked her Vegas vacation. With other people. For the week after I’ll be there. For my birthday. Have I mentioned it’s for my goddamn birthday?! And then she has the nerve to tell MY best friend about this trip she booked because it was such a good deal and ask her to go with them. My bff was like, umm…I’ll be there the weekend before. You know, for Amy’s birthday. It was like the thought never even crossed her mind. Or perhaps only briefly and I clearly am not very important to her. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that she hasn’t told me herself yet that she’s booked a different trip either. I know, she’s a real class act.
The worst part is, this is not the first time she’s burned me. There’s a running joke between myself and some other friends about “triple booking” which she somehow managed to do on my birthday a couple years ago. Again, I plan well in advance so she knew at least 2 months ahead of time what was happening for my birthday. And then she showed up for less than an hour, acted like an asshat, and left to go to the bar with some other friends. And not for anything special, just a regular night out.
I know all my friends fairly well. I have no illusions about them. As great as they are, I know their faults. And I love them because of them and in spite of them. Either you accept someone as they are or you don’t. And generally, I do. But I can only be pushed so far. Second chances have to end and I’m the fool now. So fuck it. I no longer accept her the way she is. I’ve been able to get around a lot of her faults (and believe me, there’s plenty), but I’m done. Let the icing commence!