Seriously. She stayed with us for a week about 18 months ago and treated me like shite.
I was properly on the edge. Didn't even realise how depressed I had become until I was an hour late home from work and DP was frantic thinking I had committed suicide. (Have an existing depressive/anxiety disorder.)
I called her up about a week later to try and sort things out but she was with a friend (she only speaks to me like shit when she has an audience - one on one she's manageable) and tore me out again.
I told DP that evening I was done. Not drama. I was just done.
Spoken to her a couple of times since then but it's been stilted, polite conversation.
We used to be friends. She kind of turned when DP and I bought a house together. She'd always been a bit snooty towards me and liked to put me down but I could mostly roll my eyes. Looking back I could see it was mostly projection.
Anyway, I've kind of recovered from the depression. Still taking the meds but I feel 100% better. I've taken control of my diet and lost some weight, died my hair and got myself a depression awareness semi-colon tattoo (on the side of my middle finger so I never forget the hell I went through.
I don't want to see her. I can't stand it. I can't stand her. Now I've seen through her I just see an unlikeable twit who bulldozes over everyone with her opinions and attitudes.
On the other hand, I'd quite like to go down there, show her she can't get to me and raise an eyebrow at all of her shit. I've totally changed. I'd like to think I can handle her.
What do I do?