Much peace to you and your DH, Sox.

Oh, Nora, damn. I'm so sorry. Happy to feed the boys while y'all are gone, and let me know if there's anything else I can do.

Lots of ~ma, Maria. May the day fly and the outcome be good.

Invoking FPC clause: I texted StW to tell him about my shitty day and see if he wanted to come watch Justified. He couldn't, work thing. Figures. And then he tells me that he has resident recruitment for the next eleven weekends, taking off for Thanksgiving and Christmas. ::sigh::

My condolences to Sox and her DH, and to Tom and Nora.

Much ~ma to Maria and her DH, to FredPete and his hubs, and to ita and her mom.

My thoughts exactly.

Peace on all your hearts.

It's been a amazingly difficult day...again.

Bartleby has been extremely miserable all day. I fortunately found a different e-collar that makes him marginally less miserable but is risky because, with effort, he could claw his eye. I have to keep a laser focus on him. I'll put the icky one back on for bedtime. It won't matter in his crate.

I had a HUGE fight with the groom of the wedding I'm supposed to be doing next weekend. What a horror. There was much strum and drang because he could not keep the acrimony between us and had to make it even harder on the bride.

Long story short, despite my saying I had no interest in speaking to him anymore, he came by my house this evening. He gets credit for the courage to face me and for apologizing, though the course of the conversation proved that his remorse didn't run very deep.

I'll honor my commitment, but I won't trust him anytime soon. This revelation seemed to flummox him, as if 'I'm sorry' should have caused me to suddenly love him again.

I might like him again some day. That day is not today.

I am so tired and hoping that the 'it comes in threes' rule applies so that the bad stuff can take a break for now.

bonny, that sounds just awful.

God, so many people are having a bitch of a week. Much -ma to all.

bonny, that sounds just awful.

Thanks, hon. It really was.

I'm a champion of taking responsibility for my stuff. In this particular ugliness, I held zero responsibility. The insults he paid to me were so ridiculous, I wish I could have just laughed, but it just enraged me. I honestly haven't been that angry in an age.

He tried to imply that I put a 'pall' over the wedding and that the bride's upset was my fault. Um. Nope. That would be you, dude, and by the way, I owe you nothing.

He kept saying that he doesn't want to do the job I promised 'out of nothing more than obligation.' As opposed to WHAT!? I'm doing a roughly $15 grand job for free and I'm supposed to make it okay for you that you've been a dick?

Not happening.

Um.

He kept saying that he doesn't want to do the job I promised 'out of nothing more than obligation.' As opposed to WHAT!? I'm doing a roughly $15 grand job for free and I'm supposed to make it okay for you that you've been a dick?

What, he wants you tell him you're doing it out of a Ghandiesque sense of compassion and therefore it's ok that he such a rude asshole?

Sounds like a clusterfuck. Get in, run out. Ugh.

bf,

the fact that all that happened in your own space is what I find really over the top. fuck that shit.

I hope you can endure between now and the wedding. You are a good friend.

Why are you still doing this Bonny? You have enough to worry about without this. Take him at his word and let them figure out their own flowers.

brenda, believe me, the temptation was huge, and he even said something snotty this evening about how they really could get someone else to do it in a week's time...the temptation grew.

Not in THIS town and for less than the entire rest of the wedding is costing.

I'm still doing it because the bride is a good friend of mine, to whom I feel an obligation of fealty. She contributes to the quality of my life and should not suffer any more than she will being married to him.

Ironically, he and I have been friends...or people who know each other...for 15 years. She came into his life (and mine) about 5 years ago. When I was sick last year, she was there for me in a lot of ways.

I'll feel better when I get my hands in the buckets. It's a huge...HUGE amount of work...but I enjoy doing it well.

In the meanwhile, I've set up boundaries that make sure I don't have to deal with him. I'll be cordial, but I won't be trusting.

What, he wants you tell him you're doing it out of a Ghandiesque sense of compassion and therefore it's ok that he such a rude asshole?

It kind of came off that way.

I didn't let him in my house, but took him out to walk Bartleby. (who has visible wounds all over his body and is wearing an e-collar...and I kept having to keep him from rubbing his eye...yet friend never even acknowledged his presence. Right. He's a dog. But, seriously, he's wounded and you can't offer a good wish.)

I was proud of myself for standing ground, acknowledging his effort and then stopping the conversation before it could go back around to acrimony...which it would have.

An exercise in restraint...let me show you it.

bonny,

good for you. Hopefully he is just being groomzilla and this bullshit will reverse itself in the near future.