I'm way behind!

Aims, my senior year in college my tuition was raised between semesters. My mom's oldest friend, my Aunt Connie, cut me a check. I'd been putting myself through school. Hell, I'm STILL paying for school. It was the difference between my life being upended and not. It was the difference between having family with money and not. Connie's only condition was that I do likewise when I could. I'm not the only one here with an Aunt Connie story. We're all carrying a debt like this and I'm certainly not clearing mine with what I'm chipping in... but maybe its a debt we never "clear". Maybe it's an honor to carry it. Maybe it's a trust. Maybe you get to pay it back forever as much as you can.

...but maybe its a debt we never "clear". Maybe it's an honor to carry it. Maybe it's a trust. Maybe you get to pay it back forever as much as you can.

Frame-worthy.

bonny,

(late to the party, I was traveling and then had dinner and had to do my hair!)

fuck this shit. I want you to sue. I want you to be on people's court and I want you to get pain and suffering. I want vengeance and justice.

hugs and support no matter what you decide, but know I'm pissed on your behalf. your friend is getting West Coast angry vibes and the shaking of fists.

...but maybe its a debt we never "clear". Maybe it's an honor to carry it. Maybe it's a trust. Maybe you get to pay it back forever as much as you can.

Yep, this.

Bonny, I'm sorry you were hurt. While you're clearly this woman's friend, in afraid she's not yours. Do you know a lawyer you can consult with?

... I want you to sue. I want you to be on people's court and I want you to get pain and suffering...

I know the Judge Judy show pays the settlements ordered, possibly deducting it from appearence fees. I want want bonny's "friend" to actually pay. I hope she grows a conscience by morning and does the right thing of her own accord, but if not, then an ordinary court gets my vote. Which of course counts for nothing against whatever way bonny wants to handle this.

ETA: bonny, you should know that Sammie has been sitting on the table snuggled up to my iPad as I was typing this, purring her special gentle purr. Usually when she jumps up on the table it is to sample whatever wires she thinks I'm not paying attention to, so this is pretty usual. So I'm forwarding her healing vibes to you. I hope you feel that as warmth and love.

My God. As if I needed to feel even worse about this whole thing, I ran into the dog and his person...no longer my friend...this morning on our walk. Of course, right?

Her response? "I'm mad at us both for..." and then couldn't really finish the sentence meaning that "we" somehow 'pushed' the dog to socialize too soon.

He's been in my house, playing with my dog before. Cagney loves him. There was absolutely no reason to think they could not play together.

She offered to pay half of the bill, but I have to wait until she gets some pending check.

Did I mention, that while I was waiting in the urgent care reception for _hours_ with constantly bleeding wounds, she felt it was the right time to tell me all about her financial problems. She has a working partner and 3 businesses. I don't think they are necessarily rolling in dough, but even in my extreme financial straits, I'd do my duty, if it were me.

I don't think she needs to pay for the $80 tetanus shot. That is my responsibility to maintain, but jeez. She's bad at ME?

Screw that.

Oh, and the dog is so distraught that he has diarrhea and pooped in her partners bed. That is apparently my fault.

I have done a forensic rewatch of the event over and over and I simply can't think I did anything wrong. After he bit me the first time, he ought to have backed off.

The friend wasn't there, by the way. I'd taken the dog to play with my dog because the owner had been so frustrated with him that she was _thrilled_ at the idea of babysitting him for a while.

I'm so deflated. I just can't even.

1998, y'all. I am a dinosaur.

I think I was 98, too. Maybe 99?

My first post was in May, 1999. My second was in October, 1999, then February, 2000.

She should have ditched her plans, taken you to the ER, and paid for EVERYTHING. I am furious on your behalf. I wish I lived closer! I wish I could come over and take care of you and clean up Cagney.

This! I am so sorry you have to deal with this.

My first post was 9/30/01. I never really lurked. I was wandering the internet avoiding any more news and found Bitches on WX. Hugs all of you tight, even the non-huggers, because hugs via internet are not so much with invading the personal space.