So you know how the people you love are the ones that drive you the MOST crazy? My BFF gets my sense of humor and doesn't mind that I'm not all that nice of a person. She's smart and motivated and I do truly love her.
Except...
She is ridiculously self centered and oblivious. Her husband makes $50 grand a year. She makes $26,000. They are firmly ensconced in the middle class. They also live in a house her husband basically inherited from his grandmother when she moved to a nursing home, so at this point they aren't making a house pmnt. I make less than $20,000 take home. I have a house pmnt that takes up pretty much one of my two paychecks monthly. I'm drowning in credit card debt from when I was in college and there are months when I can't afford to eat anything but ham sandwiches and/or ramen when I'm desperate. I never really mention that to anyone. I don't like to whine and it's none of their business.
With that groundwork laid, why is the fucking woman ALWAYS complaining about being poor TO ME? "I wanted to get a pedicure but I just don't have the money." Now I appreciate that she pays attention to her finances, but don't fucking whine at me about not being able to do things because you, "feel poor."
Now, if this were the extent of it I would look like a fucking whiny bitch myself. The part that is the most offensive to me though is when she invites me to do things and gets pissed when I tell her I can't afford it. I'm not talking about a beer here or there or dinner. I'm talking like trips to Kansas City or Oklahoma City to hit the casinos or going to Worlds of fun or forking over $40 to be on a Pub Crawl for Cancer team. I appreciate she wants to have fun with me, but she is aware of where I am financially. It's not that I just hold in all this rage. I've told her all of these things on several occasions. That is where the oblivious comes in. She doesn't understand Why I would be pissed that she's pissed. The thought that never crosses her mind? That I don't like saying no, and it's a bit of a self esteem killer to not be able to have fun. I never thought I'd be poor at 31. I had big plans that I dropped out of.
It's a petty complaint, but it kills me. Most of why it kills me is because I've told her that it does but she just keeps going. This week, she was whining of having no money and today I got a picture of the 2012 charger that she bought. Bitch, you are never allowed to complain about money again.
She's not a great listener either. And if trying to think of adjectives to describe her, supportive would not be at the top of the list. She really doesn't know anything about me. She's never asked, and I'm not sure she's heard any of the stuff I've talked about for the last 5 years. [/vent]
