I've posted about her before, we'd 'bubbled' as she was single and was here ALL of the time.
Taking over, dictating the music, dictating that the television should be on, but lacking in boundaries.
Kicked off about two weeks ago when I was unwell and gave her the taxi money to go home because I just needed some space.
She's also started flirting with my husband - talking about her shaved private parts, constantly touching him, snuggling up to him. He asked her to stop which resulted in an almighty sulk.
Another message followed about how rude he was and how she's not sure she can be friends with me because she associated me with him. Whatever.
My mental health is bad right now. I think this is why.now
The lack of space, her being ever so slightly controlling of my home and my free time, we work together and she's been trying to dictate what shifts I do and my hackles have been raised over her being weird with my husband.
Akso, him and I apparently can't do anything together. If we mention watching a film, going for a walk, picking up a takeaway she'll be huffy that we did it without her.
She's impossible to please.
So, the friendship has ended. I can't do it any more.
But I still work wit her, and I still care. I feel bad.
On new medication (day 3) for anxiety and I feel pretty horrendous anyway. And now I have this.
Am I a terrible person? I need some perspective.