Wednesday, June 16, 2010

here we go again

Nope nope, this doesn't have to do with me, my trip or the Brit. That is all going just swimmingly thankyouverymuch!

This has to do with a friend of mine.

You may recall the bad friend I had that stole another friend's boyfriend. Let's call them Bad & Good.

Well. Bad & the boyfriend split up. We all saw it coming. We all knew it would happen. We all knew. Although these 2 deserved each other, her for doing the unspeakable to a friend, him for leaving & hurting a wonderful woman, we all knew it would end. Bad is impossible to tolerate. Me me me me me. Narcissist. He's no better. I think he's psychopathic in some of his ways of dealing with people (not to say he's killed anyone, just that he doesn't think of consequences or care about them & how they affect others, only of himself).

They split, she discovered she has no friends left because of this, he discovered he had 2 and was no longer welcome into the circle of friends we had all been a part of. He hurt Good horribly, she still isn't over it.

Except now he's making a full play for her again. Made a new FB profile dedicated to her and how he made a mistake.

Did I mention he tried to cycle through all the women in our circle of friends, just no one realized until AFTER the whole him & Bad situation, when everyone started talking. Except me, I can see thru the guy like saran wrap, and he's well aware of that.

Good is in a really bad place. 2 years ago her mother died very suddenly after being diagnosed with Leukemia. They met shortly after (she & this arsewipe). A week ago, her father found out he has cancer also, one considered to be incurable. She's devastated.

And now, because he's hotly pursuing her, she is totally taken with this dickwad, saying "well maybe he made a mistake?".

Yeah he made a mistake. One that really shouldn't be forgiven.

So I get the following from her:

"but you forgave the Brit!!?!?!?!?"

Um. I'd like to note a few things I listed to her.

A) the Brit & I live 5500kms away from each other, and hadn't gotten to the point of stating with a definition that we were dating. We were interested in each other, but had one or the other met someone else, or gotten up to something else, there was pretty much a "don't ask don't tell" situation going on.

B) He didn't fuck one of my friends, pursueing the relationship behind my back while I thought everything was ok, proceeding to split up in an email AFTER Bad & he had changed their FB statuses to say they were in a relationship with each other (this is how Good initially found out).


And I get to watch this little train wreck.

You all wonder why I want to leave town? I want to leave this behind, leave behind my family bullshiz & get the f outta dodge.

What to do? I can't be supportive. I can't hang out with this guy, I seriously loathe him (and only tolerated him before because of her). Every ounce of me wants to deck him.


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

further update

Very quickly, because I have absolutely no time these days....

Yesterday's discussion.

The Brit: So what day are you arriving again?

Me: the 25th. Problem?

The Brit: oh no not at all, actually I was just checking my work schedule the full week you're here, I'm on earlies, means I can take you out in the evening.

What time do you arrive?

Me: 7:30, I'll get the train out to your area, no problem

The Brit: no no no, we'll arrange something, I'm on lates, I can come pick you up

Me: um.....ok, if you want??!!?!?!

180 degrees people. 180 degrees.

I'm wondering how hard he hit his head....and if the damage is permanent :D

Monday, June 7, 2010

and still...

I know. I'm a horrid horrid blogger these days.

Still overwhelmed with my life. Although enjoying most things I'm doing. Got some new camera equipment that was well-needed, am prepared for the shows I'm shooting in London.

I am still numb with shock over my impending trip to the UK. Shock in a good way, I have nothing in that respect to complain about. I just can't believe that there has been such a huge, and I mean huge, turn-around in the Brit's attitude. Monstrous. He's almost pleased with himself that he's shocked me so much.

This will be a good trip. I have no lumps in my tummy except for nerves, I am not afraid, nor anxious, this is going to be a really good trip.

What I'm also looking forward to is that I'll be staying at his and will therefore be in the area I want to live when I move over, this will give me ample opportunity to really check it out. I'll also visit my new office near the airport, I'm here, I may as the guy that has *my* job.

I'm also thinking, I'd like to work for an aid agency. This has been a dream of mine for years, which pops up every time there's a natural disaster or something in which people need help from aid agencies. There's a very very large world renowned one in a town close to the Berkshires (in Oxfordshire - that should give you an idea of who it is), I think I'm going to try to get in there. I'd probably be involved in logistics still, that's a big part of their purpose....but I'd make a difference in the world and in people's lives.

Anyway, food for thought. The move is a few months out - probably about 4-5 at this point - not to get ahead of myself. But ultimately that's what I'd like to do.

Back to trying to work.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


And for those non-believers (like myself for one!) - 4 days after the conversation below - after my telling him dates etc, asking if it's still ok...all is well and I'm being assured that he wants this just as much as I do.

I'mn still stunned. But stunned in a good way.

Could something actually be going the direction I want it to for once? Miracles.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

fog clearing?

I'll apologize in advance for booboos as I'm doing this on a Blackberry as I lay in bed unable to sleep. It's 12:41 am. Night 2 that sleep eludes me.

The past weekend was an interesting one. I don't want to hear the groaning, but I heard from The Brit. And it was good.

I heard everything I've never heard before with a conviction that has never been included in our discussions. I was sorely missed and after some months of introspection on his part, he came to some conclusions one of which being his total assness toward me after I had been nothing but nice, second one being not wanting to lose me. All of this with an invitation come over & stay with him, please, he won't take no for an answer & owes me big time & needs to do a lot of apologising & grovelling.

I countered with asking when he had been hit in the head.

This little proclamation had been preceeded by a week or more of me winging & whining about wanting to be in England, missing the Brit, & deciding that fuckit, I'm selling up here & going as quickly as I can get work.

And now I'm tired so I'm going to bed.

But yes. I'm going at end of June. Back in July. Staying at his, will undoubtedly meet family, he'll be working but I can go to work with him in the evenings if I want. Days to myself, & shooting a few shows in London.