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So I don't have to redo this twenty times over, here's the email I sent to my psychologist summing up the whole situation (names have been changed)
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And the drama continues. She accused me of being rude and a moocher among other things AGAIN, before telling me that I was making no sense and that I wasn't being funny.
I should add that by this point, the letter that I typed? Explained the entire situation with Falcon and several other points. If she had read it, it would all be over. But she accuses me of being a coward when she RAN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!
And now it's putting me and my boyfriend under strain because she's dictating when I can and can't see him up at the house.
Oh and one final note? I had sprained my ankle and despite it being compression-wrapped (at the time), she still decided that the best option was to WALK ON IT on Saturday. Not wanting to leave her alone with Nord, I ended up joining in. not once did she ask how my ankle was. I was limping the entire way (I could not afford crutch hire and the hospital near us at the time does not do x-rays)
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Short version (with cast of characters):
Army Buddy: friend that came down from Brisbane.
Flower: "friend". (not using her real name
Nord: Boyfriend.
Falcon: now ex-friend due to the events that follow.
-Army Buddy comes down from Brisbane to spend the night with Nord, me, flower and a mutual male friend.
-All the men are engrossed with something on the computer, so I send army buddy a message via Facebook on my iPad to get his attention.
-At the same time, a message from Falcon pops up.
-I show Flower the message I sent to Army Buddy thinking she'd find it funny. She instead notices that Falcon has sent me a message, opens it up, READS the message (to herself) and scrolls back a little before I get my iPad back.
-Rest of the night continues as normal.
-Saturday there's a lot of back and forthing between Nord and Flower behind my back and a lot of back and forthing between me and Nord (face-to-face). Apparently I've been lying, cheating (with Falcon), rude to Flower and several other things. None of this is true and/or she's misunderstood heavily. At this point, she's not at the house.
-I try to correct the misunderstandings but she believes that I'm lying and/or that I've coached Falcon into telling her what is actually the truth (but she believes is me coaching him). Nord appears to be agreeing with her.
-Nord and I have a long talk and I show him parts of the conversation in question before deleting the conversation for good and cutting off contact with Falcon (online). Nord tells Flower this.
-Sunday my (sprained) ankle is getting even worse and I ask to be picked up. Before I do, I type out a LONG letter explaining everything she's had issues with and the way I feel about things in general with her and leaving it for her to read when she gets back home. dad picks me up, I get my ankle checked out (no fracture!)
-In the car on the way home however, I suddenly get a HUGE slew of text messages from Flower stating that she's a horrible friend and that she shouldn't have done this. I tell her to read the letter I wrote for her. She refuses. She also plays the horrible symptoms card, stating that she wasn't in the right frame of mind and displaying other symptoms that suggested she needed professional help. I suggest that she talk to someone professional and suggest a free service. She refuses.
We don't speak to each other for a few days until tonight. Poor Nord has become the messenger in this situation and both he and I are getting sick of it. Flower has not spoken to me bar one small message stating that she hadn't seen her cat (which she really doesn't take care of all that well to be honest) since Boxing Day. I tell her that I hadn't chased it off and she tells me not to be stupid.
I tell her to stop using Nord as a messenger. She starts getting shitty, assumes that the letter was written by Nord because I was too much of a coward, accuses me of twisting the situation around to reflect back on her and demands that I apologise before I go back up to the house. (she's on an informal arrangement with Nord-he has the lease in his name and by law, is the one who has the final say)
I'm honestly at my wits end here. She also doesn't have the right to dictate when I can and can't see Nord. Despite this, she has been treating me like crap lately. She's been pushy with when and how I should provide sexual services to Nord (the main comment being "you should blow(orally pleasure) him" whenever he's engrossed with his computer), she's been stating facts that I know aren't right but she can't handle being proven wrong (and it's been getting more and more frequent-things like cappuccinos and lattes are identical and that P2 drivers can wear green P-plates in this state). Except that if she moves out, then Nord's going to struggle and he's already under a ton of stress from uni and work.
What she's getting shitty over in addition to all that's listed above? Me chucking out some nutella (by accident and then replacing it) and then apparently 'misunderstanding' something she said about some money she'd given me. (She told me I could use the change for dinner, she got shitty and demanded the money later when she got back home) Finally, I apparently wasn't grateful when she shouted me breakfast because I dared to point out that she'd gotten my order wrong and thanked her profusely anyway.
Army Buddy: friend that came down from Brisbane.
Flower: "friend". (not using her real name
Nord: Boyfriend.
Falcon: now ex-friend due to the events that follow.
-Army Buddy comes down from Brisbane to spend the night with Nord, me, flower and a mutual male friend.
-All the men are engrossed with something on the computer, so I send army buddy a message via Facebook on my iPad to get his attention.
-At the same time, a message from Falcon pops up.
-I show Flower the message I sent to Army Buddy thinking she'd find it funny. She instead notices that Falcon has sent me a message, opens it up, READS the message (to herself) and scrolls back a little before I get my iPad back.
-Rest of the night continues as normal.
-Saturday there's a lot of back and forthing between Nord and Flower behind my back and a lot of back and forthing between me and Nord (face-to-face). Apparently I've been lying, cheating (with Falcon), rude to Flower and several other things. None of this is true and/or she's misunderstood heavily. At this point, she's not at the house.
-I try to correct the misunderstandings but she believes that I'm lying and/or that I've coached Falcon into telling her what is actually the truth (but she believes is me coaching him). Nord appears to be agreeing with her.
-Nord and I have a long talk and I show him parts of the conversation in question before deleting the conversation for good and cutting off contact with Falcon (online). Nord tells Flower this.
-Sunday my (sprained) ankle is getting even worse and I ask to be picked up. Before I do, I type out a LONG letter explaining everything she's had issues with and the way I feel about things in general with her and leaving it for her to read when she gets back home. dad picks me up, I get my ankle checked out (no fracture!)
-In the car on the way home however, I suddenly get a HUGE slew of text messages from Flower stating that she's a horrible friend and that she shouldn't have done this. I tell her to read the letter I wrote for her. She refuses. She also plays the horrible symptoms card, stating that she wasn't in the right frame of mind and displaying other symptoms that suggested she needed professional help. I suggest that she talk to someone professional and suggest a free service. She refuses.
We don't speak to each other for a few days until tonight. Poor Nord has become the messenger in this situation and both he and I are getting sick of it. Flower has not spoken to me bar one small message stating that she hadn't seen her cat (which she really doesn't take care of all that well to be honest) since Boxing Day. I tell her that I hadn't chased it off and she tells me not to be stupid.
I tell her to stop using Nord as a messenger. She starts getting shitty, assumes that the letter was written by Nord because I was too much of a coward, accuses me of twisting the situation around to reflect back on her and demands that I apologise before I go back up to the house. (she's on an informal arrangement with Nord-he has the lease in his name and by law, is the one who has the final say)
I'm honestly at my wits end here. She also doesn't have the right to dictate when I can and can't see Nord. Despite this, she has been treating me like crap lately. She's been pushy with when and how I should provide sexual services to Nord (the main comment being "you should blow(orally pleasure) him" whenever he's engrossed with his computer), she's been stating facts that I know aren't right but she can't handle being proven wrong (and it's been getting more and more frequent-things like cappuccinos and lattes are identical and that P2 drivers can wear green P-plates in this state). Except that if she moves out, then Nord's going to struggle and he's already under a ton of stress from uni and work.
What she's getting shitty over in addition to all that's listed above? Me chucking out some nutella (by accident and then replacing it) and then apparently 'misunderstanding' something she said about some money she'd given me. (She told me I could use the change for dinner, she got shitty and demanded the money later when she got back home) Finally, I apparently wasn't grateful when she shouted me breakfast because I dared to point out that she'd gotten my order wrong and thanked her profusely anyway.
And the drama continues. She accused me of being rude and a moocher among other things AGAIN, before telling me that I was making no sense and that I wasn't being funny.
I should add that by this point, the letter that I typed? Explained the entire situation with Falcon and several other points. If she had read it, it would all be over. But she accuses me of being a coward when she RAN AWAY IN THE FIRST PLACE!
And now it's putting me and my boyfriend under strain because she's dictating when I can and can't see him up at the house.
Oh and one final note? I had sprained my ankle and despite it being compression-wrapped (at the time), she still decided that the best option was to WALK ON IT on Saturday. Not wanting to leave her alone with Nord, I ended up joining in. not once did she ask how my ankle was. I was limping the entire way (I could not afford crutch hire and the hospital near us at the time does not do x-rays)
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