One of my oldest friends has, quite simply, become a pain in the ass. We’ve known each other (platonically) for almost 30 years. After this year, though, I’m just about fed up…
For example: 7 canceled dinner engagements in a row. Excuses have run the gamut to believable to completely lame. The last time, she was totally AWOL and called two days after our date. (The original engagement, five months ago, was my “birthday dinner”.)
For example: When I go to visit her and her husband (who I actually like when he’s sober), they do their best Bickersonsimpression for hours on end.
For example: I invited the erstwhile Bickersons over for a home-cooked meal. They stop off at a potluck on the way, and barely touch the dinner I spent hours preparing.
For example: She asks me again and again for help with her computer–but every time I offer to help, I have to start over from the beginning. This, because she’s “too busy” to even turn it on when she’s at home.
For example: Without fail, her husband will call when he knows that we’re together. (We used to get together after work on a regular basis, just to talk and hang out) Inevitably, he’ll be drunk, and she’ll put him on speaker. Uncomfortable conversations ensue.
For example: I don’t want to bore you with a dozen other examples.
I’m sure that my disconnect with this old friend has as much with getting older and the crystallization of our quirks and pet peeves. We’ve both become more set in our ways, more prone to be less considerate of each other, I guess you could say.
I’m sad to feel this way about an old friend, but I’m disinclined to try to patch things up. Too bad for me, I guess.