I'm not sure of my comfort level with the public nature of this, but I will say that I am confused about what my so-disparate-as-to-be-alienating values are, and what elements of my pretty milquetoast "lifestyle" could be construed as objectionable.
For the record, I never asked Cullen to be my "mouthpiece," nor do I believe that was his intention. Yesterday, after work, I had to simultaneously keep the kids entertained while readying the house for a showing today. (Cullen was at work). I was cleaning, tidying and "staging" until 11:30, and then woke up with MaryAlice at 5:30 -- plus once in between for a shudder-inducing diaper change. This is intended to serve as an explanation for my lack of time to write some kind of thoughtful exegesis of the original post, not a plea for sympathy.
Also, Amanda... if she didn't want to treat Cullen as a mouthpiece she could email you and wait for a response.
I've seen my fair share of frienddrama (friendgate! for fucks sake!) and this kind of thing isn't helpful, I'm on the outside here, but a lot of it is pot calling the kettle black.
Right. There was never any direct mention of the above-stated issues: not via email (and I do repond to emails, especially if a response is explicitly requested) or any other vehicle. If I've been terse in phone conversations, it's because I hate talking on the phone. I never call anyone unless I have something specific to ask about that can't be addressed any other way. I recently regained texting capabilities, but I don't like to spam people with inanity unless I know they have an unlimited texting package.
The only indication that there was any issue in the first place came in the form of four or five semi-cryptic Facebook status updates that didn't mention me by name. There was a lot of subtextual Horatio Alger myth regurgitation/bootstrappery, mainly involving me (again, unstated) being in a self-perpetuating cycle of victimhood. In fact, when I first mentioned to Cullen, "Hey, I think she's talking about me!", he was incredulous.
ok, then honestly all of the onus is on her. If you have a problem with someone - and they aren't available by phone (which I only have 'phone dates' with a few select folks myself) then you email. Then if they don't answer it is their own issue, but this just sounds like an immature dramatic melt down.
And thanks to your Alger name dropping, I learned a new part of the American mythos that is absolutely icky.
yeah, well... I don't know too many nice people who say they've lost respect for me and don't think I'm nice anymore when I've done nothing to them. Ever.
I started this? ...seriously? No- Monica is the one who's posted about Amanda, etc. If she had a problem, she should've talked to me about it.
Now instead of thinking, "I wish we hung out with Cullen and Amanda more..." which we would've done, by the way, she's refusing to even be a friend with me. ...this is not what understanding people do. This is not what a real friend does. ...She made this drama. She's deciding that for the forseeable future, social events are going to be awkward.
*sigh* I've been on both sides... stressed that friends aren't reciprocating out outreach/friend upkeep and stressed because my need to retreat/selfcare/focus on something has not met up with a person who felt left behind.
It doesn't sound as though the medical realities of depression, or the very real realities of money, time, and kids were being respected... which sucks.
ya, if she hadn't brought it up directly in an email or phone... it is her fault - you all aren't mind readers - even if you didn't have everything on your plate in terms of obligation, etc...
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For the record, I never asked Cullen to be my "mouthpiece," nor do I believe that was his intention. Yesterday, after work, I had to simultaneously keep the kids entertained while readying the house for a showing today. (Cullen was at work). I was cleaning, tidying and "staging" until 11:30, and then woke up with MaryAlice at 5:30 -- plus once in between for a shudder-inducing diaper change. This is intended to serve as an explanation for my lack of time to write some kind of thoughtful exegesis of the original post, not a plea for sympathy.
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I've seen my fair share of frienddrama (friendgate! for fucks sake!) and this kind of thing isn't helpful, I'm on the outside here, but a lot of it is pot calling the kettle black.
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The only indication that there was any issue in the first place came in the form of four or five semi-cryptic Facebook status updates that didn't mention me by name. There was a lot of subtextual Horatio Alger myth regurgitation/bootstrappery, mainly involving me (again, unstated) being in a self-perpetuating cycle of victimhood. In fact, when I first mentioned to Cullen, "Hey, I think she's talking about me!", he was incredulous.
Is this a Midwestern thing. IDGI.
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And thanks to your Alger name dropping, I learned a new part of the American mythos that is absolutely icky.
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Now instead of thinking, "I wish we hung out with Cullen and Amanda more..." which we would've done, by the way, she's refusing to even be a friend with me. ...this is not what understanding people do. This is not what a real friend does. ...She made this drama. She's deciding that for the forseeable future, social events are going to be awkward.
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I've been on both sides... stressed that friends aren't reciprocating out outreach/friend upkeep and stressed because my need to retreat/selfcare/focus on something has not met up with a person who felt left behind.
It doesn't sound as though the medical realities of depression, or the very real realities of money, time, and kids were being respected... which sucks.
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