Today I had a very emotionally disturbing experience with someone I considered a good friend for nearly 30 years. He lost his job 7 years ago for anger issues and hasn't worked since. He's become increasingly erratic and volatile ever since. He's always been a control freak, but today he got mad at me because I took down a post I had put up on my Facebook page and which he responded to - said I was censoring him. (This happened on Sunday, by the way. Like I remember Sunday! C'mon dude, I barely remember what I did this morning.) He went into a paranoid rant, bringing up things I said to him years ago that he's been hanging onto. I hung up on him and then found myself truly scared of him.
Complicating matters is the fact that I owe him a huge chunk of change from when he bailed me out of foreclosure years ago. I gave him the interest in my mother's house, and a mortgage on my house, but he wants his money. (Yeah, okay, good luck with that...) I wish I could pay him off. I already sent him an email and told him I would make payments and suggested that he file a lien against my house. But it was really scary. He's a sick man and I don't know what he might do. He's not the type to premeditate violence, although he would be vengeful in other ways.
Bobby says I'm obsessing about it, but I need to get it off my chest. Hopefully, tomorrow it will be behind me. Laura (all 5'2" and 100 lbs of her) wants to go kick his 6'2" 250 lbs *** for talking to me the way he did. Bobby DID offer to load the 9mm, however. Nothing says "I love you" like violence!
The funniest part of the rant: This 50 year old, who moved home to Mom and Dad's when his marriage lasted 6 weeks, who's been fired from his last 3 Wall Street jobs because of his inability to hold his temper, who has alienated all his friends and has no love interest in his life, and whose therapist told him not to come back because she was scared of him, told me my life (complete with my own home, a self-made business, countless friends, successful daughter and new husband) is a disaster. HUH????
I told him to seek psychiatric help.
Okay, I'm done now. Going to sleep. The hubby's home tomorrow and at 7:30 it's Game Night with the girls. Dinner with good friends Saturday night and their son's wedding Sunday. Then the Memorial Day parade (complete with my favorite firefighters) on Monday. Life is good in this disaster area!!
Thanks for letting me vent.
And BTW, little Pauline the silkie is doing great. All she does is eat.
I just got one of these while I was in brimfield last week. I also got a really neat one dozen one. I already own one that holds 9 + dozen.
Nice! I have a Humpty Dumpty crate or would love to have gotten one of these so cheaply. Really good shape.
lol...........ok!
lol...........ok!
No chicks in envelopes?
We just got home from eating out. German place here since 1859 called Killmeyers Bavarian Inn. Lordy do I enjoy good German food. But tonight had a gourmet burger deluxe and it was great. Fresh made onion rings. I sure am one cheep date eh? Just felt like a good hamburger.
