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So here it is again. Erica and I are once again mortal enemies, never to talk again. At least that's what she said to me when she just called me on my cell phone. Not the mortal enemy part. The other part...about the not speaking to me ever again.
Let me start at the begining.
My friends came over tonight, as they do at least once, mostly twice a weekend. And, as per usual, they brought over a lot of alcohal. Now, ever since we moved into this place, this has been about the norm. And i love my friends coming over, but sometimes, i dread it. Want to know why? Because they tend to not know how to stop when they've had enough. They seem to be of the minds that they have not had a good time that night unless one or more of them ends up puking and passing out. And usually, it's at my and my boyfriend and brothers expense.
Now, when they first started coming over, they also wanted to smoke pot here. My brother is completly against this and out of RESPECT for my brother, I backed him up and put my foot down and said no smoking pot here. Colin wanted them to not smoke pot ANYWHERE around here (i.e. the apartment complex), but I let them know that as long as it wasn't in site of my brother or apartment, I didn't care. Now I like smoking. Unfortunatly I cant smoke it due to my job. But they can, and I don't want to completly keep them from having their fun. So that's how that went.
The rest of the time here, all they do is get extremly drunk and they puke and pass out. ALL of the have at one time or another. I have a stain next to my airconditioning unit because Erica threw up there, then proceeded to pass out with her foot in it, which she eventually tracked into my home when she came inside. The puke, despite our efforts to clean it, left a large splatter stain on our porch.
Let me tell you about Jen and Crista. They notoriously over drink to the point of recklessness. Jeniffer had puked not only on our carpet, but on our bed as well, all over Hans' pillows. Crista has also puked a few times on the carpet, on her way to our bathroom. Both have passed out and we had to carry jenny down the stairs and out to her car. This is not just once or twice, this is about every weekend. SOMEONE does this EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND. And Hans' and I have to clean it up. We have to clean up the puke, the piss and we have to get the screen doors they tore down fixed.
Well, Hans' has had just about enough of this. He sees this as a huge disrespect to his home, THE PLACE HE LIVES. And, really, it is. It's taking advantage of our hospitality. See, my friends have always been like this. They always do that. And often, I don't want to tell them no because then they'll feel unwelcomed and leave and well....pretty much act the way they did tonight.
However, several times, when they have been sober, both Hans and myself, although mostly Hans, has asked them to control their drinking. And they've ignored him. Not on purpose I think. I just think they REALLY fucking don't know when to stop.
Well, there is this gentleman named John. John, who almost everyone agrees is annoying, and posessive and needy. John who steals random things from his friends ALL THE TIME. yeah, this great guy john who comes to our house, and even though he HASN'T ever puked at our house, he frequently gets drunk, makes out with Jennifer when she's drunk and isn't really in the right frame of mind, breaks things, go through out things, messes with our computer and just makes a general ass and nuisance of himself. Hans is particularly not liking john for all these reasons. Puking, we can handle, even though we would prefer not to. But invading our property and stealing things from us, regardless how small and insignificant that thing is, or if we got it back, is not acceptable to him. And why should it be?
So tonight, John comes over with all of them. And they bring over the alchohol and they get their drink on. The last few times that my friends have been over, Hans has taken it upon himself to limit their intake. He does this by hiding the alchohol when he thinks they've had enough. It's worked fine before. This night however, we were all playing a game and having fun. Hans saw john getting to the point of drunk he didn't want him to be in our house. John gets up to go get another drink and Hans tells him "No. It's water or nothing." John says okay. When Hans goes to sit back down, John, behind his back, grabs the rum and starts pouring a drink. Hans turns back around and says no. He takes the drink out of John's hands and pours it down the sink. I look at john and i tell him "either respect my boyfriends wishes, or don't come to our house." John goes to sit down.
Now, Erica, who has been outside this whole time smoking cigarettes (thanks for doing it out of site of my boyfriend) comes back inside. Jenny, who is really fucking drunk and looks on the verge of not being okay herself, tells erica what happened, in her skewed, "i like john when I'm drunk" point of view and Erica simply says "If they don't want us here, we'll just leave." I didn't say anything to erica, because frankly, i know she'll take her sisters side. And frankly, if Erica wanted to take it there, nothing I could say would stop it.
So they decide to leave. Just like that. No one EVER said they can't drink at our house. No one EVER said we didn't want them there. What we DID say was don't drink out of control, and JOHN STOP DRINKING. Apparently, we have stepped over the line in our house.
While Jen and Erica are talking, guess what John is doing? That's right! He's gone BACK over to the rum and is pouring himself a drink. I look at him and I ask him if he remembers what I just told him. Erica looks and me and asks me what I had said. I told her I said "Respect my boyfriends wishes or don't come to our house." Erica looks at me and says "Fine. We're leaving." and walks out of the door. Jenny collects herself and starts whispering something to Renee. Im sure about what fucking assholes we are. Whatever.
Crista, who is relatively sober says that she understands, but because they want to leave, she's leaving to. She is their ride. As Jenny is leaving, she starts on a tirade about how she's offered to clean our carpets for the mess they've made before and that if we didn't want them drinking at our house we should have told them before tonight. Apparently she's forgotton our previous conversations. I say to Jenny "it's not about you cleaning our carpets, It's about that we don't want you puking and passing out anymore over here." She says that she offered to clean it up and i told her no way was I EVER going to let the puke sit there and wait for her to sober up so that SHE can clean it up. She goes on again about cleaning the carpets and whatever.
Erica comes back in, with a drink in hand and a CIGARETTE in the other. It has ALWAYS been a rule here: Do Not Smoke In My House. but what made it worse. Hans JUST quit smoking 7 days ago and she's going to bring that into MY home? Disrespect to the fucking extreme.
I am livid and i look at her and i say "get that FUCKING cigarette out of my house." She says she didn't realize she was still holding it and why do I have to say Fuck? I tell her I'm fucking pissed and I'm disgusted with the way she's handling everything. She starts yelling, i start yelling. i tell her to get the fuck out of my house, and she say "fuck you and your boyfriend."
When they leave, we clean up and we take all the alchohol and chairs they've left at our house and put them over into their yard, the new apartment they just got approved for RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO OURS.
As we're cleaning, I'm ranting and I say "She's going to take this and make it an Us vs THEM thing. She's going to say I'm choosing my boyfriend over her ONCE again and that she can't believe her friendship means that little to me.
NOT TEN MINUTES LATER she calls my cell phone and says EXACTLY that. She also says that it's bullshit that all of a sudden I don't want to eat fast food or drink soda and I'm doing just for Hans and that's bullshit cause I'm just changing for a guy ONCE AGAIN.
You know what I say to that? FUCK YOU. I'm respecting the wishes of the people that live in this house, not just because he's my boyfriend. Kinda like the whole smoking weed thing with my brother. And I'm not eating fast food and drinking soda cause I'm morbidly obese and I've been having chest pains.
But i tell my friends voice mail to tell her that because she's not going to listen to me.
To her, I'm just doing ALL this to follow my boyfriend. I'm giving up our friendship for another guy. I'm changing for a man. I'm DOING ALL THIS BECAUSE I THINK I'M IN LOVE ONCE AGAIN.
You know what? FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
I want some REAL responses to this people. tell me your real opinions. Was I being out of line? Was i doing this just for my boyfriend? Should I have told Hans to chill and to just let them drink? Should I have let them smoke pot initially and disregarded what the other people I'm living with want. Should I NOT have respected Hans' wishes to that my friends wouldn't turn this around into an My stupid choices vs them thing again?
Let me know people. I'm so fucking pissed.