It's been a little while again, since I last posted. I'm feeling like I need to talk, as it were...so here I go.
Yesterday my male friend was to come over to work on my computer..and stay for dinner. He was to be here at 4pm. At 5.30pm I hadn't heard from him and I sort of assumed he wasn't coming.
Twenty minutes later he calls and asks if I still want him to come. I say yes, of course...dinner is simmering and I needed some help. Plus, to be honest...I was looking forward to a bit of company. I keep to myself far too often. That and he really is my only friend and I rarely see him now...makes for some lonely times.
Anyway, he tells me he will be here in 30 minutes.
Twenty minutes or so passes and the buzzer goes. Ahh, he is here. I let him in and I open the door and there stands my friend and a woman. He introduces her (but I have forgotten her name) and I let them in.
I must say, I was sort of taken aback. I was not expecting anyone else, just him...but I tried to roll with it. After all, I'd made a big pot of spaghetti sauce and garlic bread and pasta...what's one more.
They came to my room, where my computer is and where I spend most of my time. Awkward because I had to invite her to sit on my bed...as he was going to need the computer chair to be working on the computer.
We made pleasantries as he worked...and every once in a while they made time for some canoodling. Okay...I get that..they're in love..or whatever. He works but isn't having much luck. Then she asks when supper will be ready. I asked if they were hungry, they both replied yes...so I went to turn the pasta water on to boil...and preheated the oven for the garlic bread.
As happens when you're waiting for it, water takes forever to boil. I am back and forth to the kitchen, trying to hurry things along...in between...I come back to my room to socialize when they can tear themselves apart.
She begins to ask me questions...probing, personal and sometimes downright hurtful questions. Some of which were...what is wrong with me, do I take a lot of medication, why is my percocet bottle so big...do I really need 240 of them...and one of the most painful questions...am I going to die.
I was dumbfounded. I have never been grilled like this before and I was extremely uncomfortable. I tried to give some answers while protecting my privacy. In the end I said I didn't want to talk about it anymore.
Was I being overly-sensitive or too closed off or was she out of line? I don't know. After they left I cried.
I don't know why exactly but I did.
I was so relieved when after dinner, they left. They needed to get home so didn't stay long after dinner.
Question is...should I say something to my friend about this...or just hold my tongue?
Disaster Relief
6 years ago
4 comments:
I could really go off as to the boorish behavior of the two especially on his part, but I will just say...His actions in bringing her with him, on top of being late, we're exceedingly rude...And I am being kind. Cheers Jamie, and you should feel put out all you'd like...
Matt
Sounds like a couple of people who have absolutely no social skills whatsoever. Clearly neither of them have any idea how to act in public or in another person's home.
Jay
I would have lost it right from the start, she had absolutely no class.
I think she was suspicious and jealous and insisted on coming along. He ducked out of asking to bring her because he knew she intended to come, if he'd asked and you'd said no he couldn't have come either. She sounds horrible and hearing her asking you those intrusive and insensitive questions might have opened his eyes to what she's really like. I'd not say anything about her to him unless he raises the subject, in which case a comment that she was rather more probing that you were comfortable with - if he's basically a nice guy, the relationship won't last long and you won't have to lose his friendship. Let's hope.
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