Unhealthy friendships
The Mr. and I were not getting along. After a week of sniping at each other, it got nasty one morning before the Mr. left for work.
When I get home, you and your attitude had better be gone, he said, slamming the door behind him.
I write Trey an email telling her that he was supposedly divorcing me, and joking about how I would enjoy the space. This is what she sends me.
Every divorced woman I know works like a ragged dog to pay taxes and eat and they are MISERABLE. Lonely, sad, and bitter and their lives would be vastly different with money. Dating is gruesome for them too.
I no longer think “love” is more important than money. Money is a perfectly wonderful reason to stay married. Pooling resources. It’s the whole damn reason marriage exists. It’s the reason people stay married even when the kids move out. Pooled resources.
Mr.’s better than that even if he ignores you or is selfish sometimes. I wouldn’t worry so much probably if you were thinner and healthy. There I said it, I don’t want to think of you alone all the time and sad all the time and feeling worthless and unloved. It can only be worse out there for women of your age, with your weight issues.
Women with my weight issues? What the fuck! Why is this person my best friend?
And how does she call herself a feminist?
After all these years, I don’t know if this is a healthy friendship. We’ve had many “breaks” in our relationship. The last one a few years ago when she got strung out on prescription medication and was acting like an ass. She went to rehab and we made up.
The biggest break was after she fucked my ex-husband. While I was in the next room.
The truth is if this were someone else, I’d be saying – are you insane? Of course this is not a healthy friendship! I don’t know why I keep hanging on.
The Mr. loathes Trey. He says, she just uses you to feel superior about herself. Once, on the phone, he called her a “stupid junkie whore and hung up on her.” After her last visit, he said he would rather get divorced than spend another minute with her and her husband. He says she reminds him of his mother. It’s not about him though.
It is hard to let go of an old friend who knows the real you though.
