The Brain wasn't able to look me in the eye for the first two hours (until sufficiently socially lubricated) and spent 90% of the evening saying things to get a reaction out of me. Of course, I didn't give him one. It was a lot of chest beating about how rich he is, how he still gets sh*t faced as often as he can, and how girls (past and present) want him. Instead of getting a rise out of me, he reminded me of all the reasons why we are finito; I should thank him.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Need New Friends
Yes, I really need new friends. I was strong armed into going to a dinner thing last night. I went kicking and screaming because I knew The Brain would be there and I didn't want to deal with him. (I go to fewer than 10% of the events I am invited to because I know he will be there...the 10% - someone's birthday, mutual friend in town, etc). Last night I should've faked the flu like I wanted to.
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You may have already done this, but can't you have a discussion with him and tell him to stop acting like a tool?!
ReplyDeleteHey Asha, haven't done that yet because he'd see that as criticism, which would cause more toolish behavior. Really tired of having to walk on eggshells to cater to his infantile tantrums
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