Don't come to me telling me your mother visited you and spent the entire two hours scrolling through videos on her phone, when you've done the exact same thing at mine for the entire weekend. To the point where I've basically been having a conversation with myself 90% of the time you've been here. That was the reason I dropped you off and came straight home instead of coming in for a coffee... I was pissed off, exhausted and needed my stress free space back.
I do love you, but your constant family drama stories are exhausting, along with your own health dramas. I don't want to know every in and out, no, I don't want to feel your chin, or that lump behind your ear and I don't want to be interrupted with one of your stories when I'm trying to share anything of mine.
And I'd rather none of my issues, of which there are surprisingly few, are discussed and picked over by your mother and your other friend, who you claim to only just tolerate. (I have never met her, but she sounds like an absolute nightmare too!)
You wallow in your ill health, which can drag me down all too easily. Have you not noticed I switch off and don't react when you get upset about things? That's never been me, but that's how you've made me.
You have always been an attention seeker, but this is getting worse. And I have little tolerance for it now time has gone on. Especially when in the grand scheme of things your health issues aren't actually limiting enough that you can't get out and do things that other people with the same "diagnoses" actually can't. It looks to me like you're disabled when it suits you.
You cry poverty, living on benefits, but you then buy useless clothes and shoes, which considering you very rarely go anywhere to wear them, are a waste of money.
You see how my family life runs and that I am fortunate to be treated a lot by my husband and now it's come to a point where I think you expect the same from him. Believe me, he's noticed. He's paid for everything this weekend. Food, drinks, taxis... Not once have you offered to put your hand in your pocket. Even though my husband would refuse, which he would, it would be really nice if you at least offered. He asked me quietly in the kitchen who paid for the food one evening, when I said he did, although he never said anything, he didn't look too impressed.
You have always been resentful of anyones wealth or privilege. Your mantra is "why can't I have that?" Probably because you've never put the hard work in to achieve anything. You point out the price of anything nice you have ever been bought. Everything is about money with you. Trust me, we're not rolling in it, but we're comfortable.
I don't mind hosting anyone, I love it, but you're now starting to take the piss. The thing is, you knew about this weekend months before, yet brought little money with you to pay for anything much. You can afford needless too regular beauty top ups, hair, nails, eyes etc, but can't put money aside for a long planned weekend?
I come and stay at yours and it's always my husband providing the money for our food. You come here and it's still the same! Perhaps I've made a rod for my own back, treating you because I've always been in the better position. More fool me, as now it's the norm.
I think this is the start of the long fade. Like I've said, I do love you, but the expectant sponging is becoming a real issue for me.
Bloody hell I needed that!!! Thanks OP! 💐