Sometimes I feel as if Sarah isn’t really my friend at all. She’s like a pit bull, friendly to begin with, but could viciously turn on you at any given time. One comment could end the friendship. She recently ended a friendship with a girl she’d known for over ten years. It was a trivial matter, but she blew it way out of proportion and decided she just couldn’t be friends with this girl anymore. She showed me the emails, and I can honestly say that she was vicious in her verbal attack on this girl. I have the distinct feeling that she talks behind my back and smiles to my face. That isn’t something I can tolerate.
Of course, if she wants her hair done she’s sweet and nice to me. If she wants me to buy her a drink or pay her cover charge, she’s sweet as pie. If winter’s coming on and Hunter needs some new stuff, it’s all smiles and laughs. Is she using me because of my generosity? I feel that way sometimes. Then I think I’m probably being overly sensitive about shit, but I don’t know. It’s evident that she looks down her nose at me because I don’t wear a chastity belt like she does. Her prudish nature is so offended by people who actually get out and meet people, date, or have sex. It’s ridiculous. I’ve known the girl for a year and a half and she’s only had sex three times the entire time. I’d imagine that’s part of the problem. Can you imagine not getting laid? I can’t.
Honestly, I don’t think Sarah will ever find a guy that meets her standards. She’s not exactly a prize, and her maniac kid doesn’t sweeten the deal one bit. Her teeth are rotting out of her head and her breath smells like poop most of the time. Her house looks like a tornado ripped through it full force. I’m talking maggots in the sink, a couch that smells like piss, filthy floors and tabletops, and bugs everywhere. It’s a goddamn cesspool. AJ tried to help her clean it up, but one week later it was as nasty as it had ever been.
The monster child grabbed Jenny’s boob the other night, and Sarah did nothing to stop him. Jenny was livid. She tried to talk to him and tell him that grabbing like that was inappropriate. Evidently the lecture didn’t go over too well, because half hour later he did it again. When he was at my house, he ripped the gutter off the side of my building. He’s only 4, but the way things are going, he’ll probably be in a juvenile home before he’s 15. I know that’s terrible to say, but you haven’t witnessed this child. Sarah does nothing to discipline him. Her idea of a punishment is to start counting. I’m not sure what number she’s counting to before she spanks him, but it must be pretty high because I’ve never seen her actually punish the boy.
I hate to say it, but I don’t trust her and I don’t really want her around anymore.