I just got back from a weekend away seeing a friend who has moved to the other side of the country. She recently got back from living abroad for a year. And quite frankly she was so fucking awful to me I had to fight tears back on occasion.
Weirdly, a lot of the endless criticism was about my own childhood as we have known each other since we were three.
Some things she brought up:
- How my 'poor relationship' with a mutual friend who had bullied me had been my own fault. When I was about 7.
- Insinuating I had bad relationships with men due to my mother's misandry (my mother is not a nice person but this isn't a thing. I'm also happily married. To a man.).
- Going on and on and on about how awful it was that I went to a catholic secondary school. Over two decades ago.
This was in addition to general contrarian behaviour,. Contradicting me, arguing with me even when I was agreeing with her. Snapping if I tried to ask her anything about herself. Huffing and puffing about any help I tried to give while also talking about how important it was guests helped her out. She has aways been a bit superior but she had turned the dial up to 11.
But… she is not very well. She is 34 weeks pregnant with her first. She has a serious long-term chronic condition and everything has suddenly gone Pete Tong and she will have to have an emergency-section very soon, which I am sure she is terrified about.
The thing is I appreciated that I may have been a bit of a burden, but it took me 4 months to get hold of her after she moved back to the UK (despite me trying repeatedly to get hold of her and her seemingly seeing everyone else she knew). If she had been more contactable I would have seen her was sooner and not when she was so ill!
I'm trying to swallow my irritation for her sake but after this weekend I just can't imagine ever being fucked to put in any effort ever again. AIBU?