When Good Friends Go Bad…next on Fox!
Had some really good long time friends (considered them family) that I had to walk away from last january. My wife, my therapist, my real friends were all telling me to stop putting up with the abuse. I guess that’s what it took to see it for what it was.
a> They used to be the types who would complain about other people’s kids being undisciplined. Then they had kids. Suddenly, any form of discipline was abuse. When I would suggest that they ‘control’ their kids (because they were hitting me or throwing major tantrums and objects) the parents would scream two things at me; “We’re not going to hit our kids” (no one is suggesting that, fuck head!) and “Shut up”.
b> their dogs were constantly allowed to bite/scratch/jump on me. They ignored me swearing at the dog to get the hell off me. Paid no attention, didn’t help me, NOTHING. But I simply push the dog away, and the wife screams at me for “kicking” the dog. This was getting to be happening about once every three times I visited their house. Visits got a whole lot less frequent.
A few months before the split, their smaller dog shoved itself into my crotch while I was sitting at the dinner table opposite the wife. Chomp, chomp, connect! I grabbed the dog’s head, pried loose the teeth and pushed it out of my crotch. It jumped backwards under the table and fell against the wife’s leg. Whereupon she lept backwards out of her chair (so that it fell over backwards and she was straddling it) and started screaming at me at the top of her lungs accusing me of kicking the dog. When I, shocked, told her that the dog had bit me in the groin, she started screaming that it was “your own damned fault, you know (dog from hell name) likes to chew on paper!” Why I didn’t call the police or walk out of them that night is a mystery to me.
c> When first child was 2.5 years old, I was over there when he threw a tantrum at 11:15pm; hit me, punched dad in the face, hit the dog, etc. I simply suggested “gee, why don’t you put him to bed” (big mistake). Hubby gives me a piffle/snort of derision type sound (their family favorite expression) and says “Oh, he’ll just cry”. I, still mistakenly thinking them rational human beings, have the unmitigated gall to say “So?”.
At this point, the world’s most self-righteous arrogant fucking BITCH!* gathers herself up to full height and tells me that they are parents. They know everything they need to know about being parents. I am a single man without children. Therefore I know nothing about children. Don’t ever tell us how to raise our children again!
That was Friday night. Monday morning, 10am. Hubby calls me at work (only the second time ever, because I discourage personal calls). First words out of his mouth are to tell me that he just got to work, three hours late. He didn’t get to sleep until after 1am because the child refused to go to bed. At this point I give him an earful about how they had just insulted me the previous friday night on this same subject, so I never wanted to hear another word out of him about how he was too fucking stupid to put a 2.5 year old to bed. Slam goes the phone.
d> At the very end, trying to get through their apparently growing vile attitude towards me (while they still professed me to be “family”), I sat down to have a careful conversation with the hubby. Told him how much it hurt me that they kept accusing me of kicking their dogs, and screaming that “we’re not going to hit our children” line. Told them of my own life history (I have permanent physical damage from the abuse I suffered as a child) and how I would never remotely suggest that they hit their children for any reason. Told hubby things I’ve only told my wife and my therapist. Told him I never wanted to hear that line again.
His reaction? “Piffle. We’re not going to hit our kids”.
FUCK YOU, YOU MONSTROUS ASSHOLE!!!
Since breaking bonds, I have heard from two fairly reliable sources that the bitch queen is telling people that I “routinely” hit their children and dogs and encouraged them to do the same.
- This woman would never admit to error. However, If God itself came down and shoved evidence of her error in her face, her reaction would be that noise (see above) followed by “So what, who cares. It’s not important”, a smirk and a quick change of subject.
