So we decide to go to the mall. I drive, you don’t. We don’t even remotely live in the same direction. You asked if I would come pick you up because you didn’t want to spend the bus fare. Well, who do you think will have to indirectly pay the $2.50 to haul your stupid ass to the mall? No bitch, WALK. This isn’t the first time you’ve used me for my ride either. I have no problem occasionally driving you home or something, and I’ve never asked you for money for all the times I’ve carted you around before. Or, for that time I paid $10 for the taxi that you said you’d share and conveniently never paid back. Oh, and the $20 for that meal, all those times my mom picked us up downtown at 2 am at no charge. Not to mention making me drive you to your bank so you can save the $1.50 withdrawal charge. Ugh. Seems like I’m nitpicking but being used by you for so long is making me tally things like I’ve never done before with other people. I suppose it was stupid of me to never really notice… mainly ’cause of all the friends I’ve had, no one has ever done that but you. I should have listened to your boyfriend when he told me you’re only in it for you, and it always has to be your way. He was right. —Annoyed
This article appears in Jun 16-22, 2011.
You are being used and abused OP. But the thing is, she probably doesn’t even know what she is doing to you.
I used to be someone’s chauffeur but I started saying “no”. These types of people usually don’t even do their own laundry or cook their own meals because of their parents and couldn’t possibly think about other people and how it will affect them. I only fill up my car once a month and don’t plan on changing that so people can just deal :D. Oooh and then they have the nerve to start changing all the temperature and air controls to suit their needs and bash your music!
You’re enabling this leech and it’ll just get worse if you continue. Tell her the free rides stop and be done with it.
how’s it going sweet thang?
Going good, Painey – a 12 hour sleep last night was the best I had in years – me and the sibs finally have closure on this chapter of our lives but, in my mum’s words, there’s new chapters to look forward to. Something happened to me during this time – an epiphany, I suppose – I felt an intense fearlessness I had never felt before – not that I’ve ever been a shrinking violet but it’s like my mother passed on to me her ability to throw anvils at any challenges that may come. Better call Acme.
glad to hear it, i’ve been thinking of you. my best friend told me she didn’t feel completely grown-up til after her mum died. hillbilly hollow watch out!!!
Had my mother been younger, I’m sure it would not have impacted me in the same way. That she died on my birthday was a gift – she went peacefully, surrounded by her family – and her way of telling me never to forget her. It’s amazing what maturity does – I was able to handle all the things that terrifed and kept me from attending my dad’s visitation and funeral at age 17.
Anyway, Mum’s on my brother’s mantel for a while, we’ll pass her around the family before the actual burial. On that day, we’ll have a fish and chip dinner in her honour. She would have wanted it that way.
..usah loosah alert..
TTFN – I use a Christmas tree as an analogy – we start off on the bottom branches, which are spread wide and there are plenty (like our family), as the years go by we seem to move higher and higher and the branches aren’t as plentiful as they were, then there’s that fateful day when the parents are gone and sibs too and there we are right at the top. Pleased to hear that you’re dealing well with this, make sure there’s malt vinegar for the fish and chips!!
OP, ditch that useless mooch cunt.