Well shit hit the fan with one of the people I thought was a best friend this evening. It all started 2 weeks ago.
Basically, as most of you know, 2 weeks ago to the day me and Ben found out his sister Katie couldn't visit us for Birthday frolics here in Liverpool. This was a shame, as we'd planned a whole load of fun with friends, including Iris, who gets on really well with Katie. Iris called me to ask what the plan was and I had to break it to her that Katie couldn't make it, so she suggested that we should go to her instead, that she'd drive us all down and we'd have some fun. I made a phone call to Katie who said this weekend was best, but she had a hair dressers appointment on the Saturday so Sunday would be best, though we'd have to leave early anyway as she has a work party. So I report back to Iris and we're all excited.
Later that very same night, when everything is still all up in the air and not really properly sorted out, Katie texts to ask if she cancels her appointment on Saturday could we go then instead of Sunday, as we'd get to stay later and do more stuff together. I told Katie I'd have to ask Iris as I didn't know if she was working or had plans or what, so I text Iris to tell her Katie had decided she'd rather do it on the Saturday as we'd have more time, was this ok, and guess what, Iris said yeah, thats fine.
A couple of days later, it was Sunday, and Ben had his weekly phone call home, and his mum insisted that we should stay down in Kent over night, as it was a long way to drive. I didn't know if this was good with Iris, whether she had work or what, so once again I said wait till I've spoken to her about it. I did, and Iris said she'd assumed this was what was happening anyway. So all is fine.
The next weekend came along, and I was worried that we hadn't sorted out the timetable, as I personally am one of these people who likes to plan ahead, so Iris came over on Sunday night. Her and Ben had a silly little tiff about Microsoft vs Linux which she took very personally (basically, Iris went on an anti Microsoft rant saying how they have such a monopoly over the market, Ben argued this is obviously for a reason ie it is the best tool for the job, to which Iris started arguing Linux was, culminating in Ben pointing out after having used it himself he much prefered Microsoft, Iris saying well he obviously didn't use it to the full extent because if he had he'd obviously prefer Linux, Ben saying well I find that slightly patronising, and Iris taking that just a little too personally and nearly threatening to walk out) and the mood in the room was very tense after this. We got out the road atlas and started making a plan of the route, and she said ooh we should try to avoid the Dartford crossing, and Ben pointed out that his parents usually take that route as it's the quickest and most direct. But nothing bad was said we just got on with it and she left with us all happy families and raring to go on our little road trip.
Now, Iris had said she'd pop over tomorrow to talk about last minute arrangements, but I got my job offer from homefundraising, and have to go in for training tomorrow, and I didn't know if Iris would have to be getting ready for work by the time I got out so I called her last night to ask about what time we should set off. She said she didn't mind, so I asked Ben what he thought and he suggested 6am. I said this to Iris and she was like oh...ok...so I turned to Ben and said well thats a bit early, so he said well tell Iris whenever is good for her will be fine, so I relayed this to her and she said no no 6 is fine...but I wasn't convinced. It seemed uneasy when I said bye, so I said to Ben well maybe we could go a bit later and he said, ok, call her tomorrow and see what she says. So I did call her to say why don't we go at 8 instead. She says some shit has happened and she'll call me back.
This is when Shit hit the fan.
She calls me back and says she's so pissed off, absoloutley fuming, and I ask whats wrong. She says she's sick of me and Ben changing the goal posts. I ask what she means, and she rambles off the following list of bullshit:
a) Me and Ben keep changing plans. First it was Sunday we were going, then it was saturday evening, then it was saturday morning at 6 am now its saturday at 8am, and we're just taking the piss and taking advantage of her
b) Ben has been dictating the whole thing to her
c) She's sick of Bens attitude, and if we went down and they had an argument she'd probably leave and be forced to make me choose between going with her back home or staying in Kent with Ben and my future in laws.
d) Her friends car has been smashed and she has no transport for the weekend
e) She's getting evicted and has to move house in a couple of months.
f) As a result of all this she *doesn't know* whether or not she'll be taking us down, because right now she certainly doesn't want to.
My answer to her on the phone is as follows:
a) The change from Sunday to Saturday was not our asking, it was Katie, and I'm sorry to say that although Iris has been very kind in offering to drive us down we're going to someone elses home, I mean we have to be respective of their plans and their house. We can't just turn up, people have jobs, people have a social life, people have work to do outside of jobs (Bens parents are teachers and every time I've visited they've had to put time aside to do work, marking and the such) so I'm sorry, but if they ask us to come on such and such a date of course you must either oblige or decline the whole trip if you can't make it. As for the change from Saturday evening to Saturday morning, I don't know where the fuck she's come up with that. I never once said Saturday evening, as someone who has travelled up and down the country at least once if not twice a year every year of my life I'm pretty used to the routine being head off at about 9 in the morning. So I assumed. Sounds like she's being assuming too but she never once told me thats what she thought would be happening, and if she says thats something thats been changed on my account well its her own damned fault for not speaking up and letting me know this is what she assumed was happening. And as for the change from 6am to 8am, I thought I was doing her a favour, she sounded so pissed off at getting up for 6! I mean what really pissed me off was when she started going on about rush hour on a Saturday. Yeah because I've never fucking driven around on Saturday have I? I may not be a driver but I've spent many hours of my life bored shitless in the back of our people carrier in the middle of a saturday rush hour traffic jam, I'm not fucking stupid.
b) Ben hasn't had ANYTHING to say with regards to the journey. He made two suggestions about the whole journey. First, that we should indeed use the Dartford crossing as it would get us there quicker, and second that we should set off at 6am. Apparently, Iris got the idea from both of these suggestions that he was demanding this was what happened, and she can even back it up because when I called about what time we should set off he had it on speaker phone and her friend could hear him. BULL SHIT. He made a suggestion after I asked. As for the Dartford thing, apparently she was so angry that he should suggest we go that way after many years of experience of travelling North from Kent with his parents that she wanted to slap him. WTF? She was just going on and on about "well IM the driver, and I don't care how many years he's gone with his parents, he's never had to drive it has he so how would he know?" She then goes on a ramble on hiw she's driven to London loads of times and thus doesn't care for Ben "dictating" the journey. Well sorry, bitch, but Ben only started making suggestions on the part of the route that came after London, a stretch of road he knows very well so I think he has a right to make suggestions, and just because you've gone and taken a stupid argument about which operating system is the best personally doesn't give you any fucking right what so ever to take anything else out on him.
c) Well thanks for telling me that, yeah, that really makes me feel fucking great doesn't it. You'd happily make me choose between you, who I only started talking to really about this time last year, and my fiance, who was my best friend this time 2 years ago before we even started seeing each other. Yeah, right, sure you didn't mean that in a bad way, you just put that in to be a fucking cow cause you're all upset about something I don't even get.
d) As for Amy's car, well I'm very sorry about that and I can understand why you'd wanna help her out, but do you know what I do every damned day of my life since I don't have a car? I take the fucking bus! I'm now taking a train down to Bens parents since we haven't the luxury of your car. You'd made this commitment 2 weeks ago, and you're just gonna flake out on us? Yeah thanks, this stinks of what happened that time when we asked if you'd like to move into Wellington Avenue with us and you came over and looked around and on THE day we needed an answer, you said no because we hadn't given you enough time to think about it. Yeah, our fault, despite us telling you all the details a week before and telling you exactly when we needed an answer by and you making the suggestion that you move in with us, NOT the other way round! You just flake out on us because there's something you'd rather do over and over again and every time you make out like it's all our fault and you're the hurt party.
e) The eviction thing was said on Monday and you had all this week to decide you didn't want to go to Kent cause you wanted to stay and look for houses. Gee, thanks for letting us know 2 days before that you didn't want to come, so don't pull the "oh Im getting evicted" one on me because you know that I've known as long as you have, and that you could have said there and then look, with all this I'm under a lot of stress and don't think I can make it, and I would have understood.
f) Well it's great that you "don't know" whether or not you want to go after 2 weeks since you offered it to us in the first place. What are we supposed to tell Bens folks? We may or may not be there on Saturday? I had a thumping migraine and Ben wanted to stay home with me today, but he couldn't cause we were supposed to be going down to Kent and so he couldn't work the Saturday instead. See, we've made plans, Bens folks have made plans, and you just expect us to hang on and wait for you to talk to Amy to decide what's happening, 2 days before? Gee, thanks a bunch.
Anyway, she said she'd go and talk to Amy about it and see if she could sort something out, and I called up Ben and told him what was happening and what had been said. Needless to say he was as unimpressed as I was that he was getting blamed for upsetting her for "dictating" what she should do, and that we were getting accused of "taking advantage" when she had made the suggestion in the first place, and every time a decision had to be made we asked her first, she said it's up to you, and when we said well what about this she said that's fine, aside from decisions out of our hands, which as I said is not up to us, you can't just arrive at someones house and expect bed and board without it all being ok with everyone. So we both decided to tell her we didn't want to go down. First off, there was a real chance that even if she said yes we'll go she'd turn around on the day and say actually no. Second off, if she got in a huff with us on the way down she could easily kick us out in the middle of no where, and she seems to have been getting in so many huffs with us lately that this was a real possibilty, and frankly if she did leave us in Kent well that's great, Bens folks who had been told hey we're making our way down on our own steam suddenly get landed with a train bill or a long impromptu trip up to Liverpool to bring us back home. Finally, after all this, we're not exactly happy with what Iris is accusing us of, and don't particularly want to spend 10 hours there and back with her in the car. Doesn't mean we're not buddies, but this would just be too tense and uneasy.
So I text her to let her know. The following is the text conversation we had;
( The torrent of unwarranted abuse I recieved from one Iris Todorovic )Suffice to say she hasn't text back and I doubt she will. I also doubt that we'll ever speak again being that she's a stubborn bitch and when she's right she's right and everyone else is wrong, it's all black and white, no grey area for her, and thus she probably will never appologise for hurling such abuse at me, for calling me and inconsiderate bitch, for calling me and Ben twats, for telling me to fuck off, for implying that she'd make me choose between her and Ben (wouldn't be a hard choice even without this argument to be honest) and I sure as hell am not crawling back to her to appologise after she called me accusing me and Ben of taking advantage.
As a result of this me and Ben are indeed taking the train to Kent, as we have a little sisters birthday to celebrate and 2 parents who'd made time in their schedules to fit us in, unlike Iris we don't screw people over at the very last minute unless it's absoloutley unavoidable.
Now I'm going to eat Fray Bentos pie and chips.
Fuck you, Iris, and fuck your car too!
Bex
xxx