Speechless

Remember my "friend" and I do use that term loosely, Lisa. I talked about her here and a couple of other places. Well, what I didn’t tell you is that she continued to send me emails about properties she was selling. Alright, not me in particular, but she kept me on a mass emailing list. So one day when I was not in a particularly good mood and you really have to read the earlier posts to get the whole history thing, I replied back to one. I asked her to take me off of her mass emailing list. I simply stated that I wasn’t about to buy any property and that it was rude of her to keep sending them to me when she couldn’t even speak to me. Plus, I told her how much her voice mail from a little while back bothered me and how I wasn’t a business contact of hers, I was supposed to be her friend. It was probably a bit much, but I was pissed. Well, this heifer wrote back saying all kind of mess. All of what I have to say is unimportant to her, that we were never friends, that she didn’t want me to call her again ever, that I take shit too personal and her year was touch. She called me bitter and malice and made reference to some other friends we have that she is at odds with saying something about how I was like the rest of them and only supported friends that were perfect. And then to top it all off, she said “If it is any concern to you, J is fine, growing beautifully and happy.” I couldn’t believe she had the nerve to bring her son into this! You can imagine how pissed I was right? Well, I had no intention of contacting her again until I read her letter. I didn’t write her an angry letter. I just felt like I couldn’t let her live in her delusional world. So I wrote her back simply stating the facts. Here are some excerpts, there was more but it was too much to put here.

“If you never considered me a friend then that’s on you, but I considered you one... Don’t try to make this seem like you are the victim here. I know you had a tough year. I was there, remember? I always told you that you could talk to me about anything bothering you, I called to check on you, I took you out when you wanted to go out, and I gave you money when you needed it. What more did you want me to do? Don’t act like I wasn’t there for you or like I wasn’t concerned for J. I ALWAYS wonder how he is and worry about him. You know I’ve always loved him, so don’t make this be about him. And please don’t lump me in with everyone else. Whatever issues you have with K and A are your issues with them, not me... I wasn’t going to respond to your email but I though that you should at least know that I don’t think what you say is unimportant.”

So, after sending this letter back in mid-march, I got no reply. I really didn’t expect one and I really didn’t care. While still concerned for her son’s safety and worried about the possibility that she is on crack (You really have to read the last story about her!), I just couldn’t deal any more. I was truly done with her. You may be asking why I am retelling all of this. Well, it’s because Saturday morning my home phone rang. I could hear it from in the shower. When I got out, there was a missed call on my cell too. It was a 239 number. Well, that is Ft. Myers. I instantly thought it might be a friend of mine over there who I lost touch with. I was tempted to call it back, but I didn’t since I didn’t recognize the number and there was no message. A minute later, the phone rang again from the same number. I answered it. “Hey!” “Ummm, Hi.” “Are you busy?” “Ahhh, no” “How have you been?” “Who is this?” “It’s me...” “Me who?”(and now I’m getting a bit annoyed!) “It’s Lisa, Silly, how are you doing?” I almost hit the floor!! What was she doing calling me? And then to have the nerve to call and act like nothing had happened?? She truly must be on crack. Either that or the girl has multiple personalities. I was absolutely speechless. She chatted on about how the real-estate market was dead and she was living with her man over in Ft. Myers. Her son, the one who I didn’t give a damn about, wasn’t even living with her! He was still over here with his father. She asked how our mutual friend up in DC was and even ShellyP. I couldn’t even say a fucking thing, I was in so much shock. Then she told me that her friend from high school just died and she was over here last weekend for the funeral. My first thought was “oh, she feels bad and now wants to make up because this loss has shown her that life is short.” My second thought was “She was over here last weekend? Why didn’t she call then if she really wanted to talk to me?” Then came the biggie. “I’ll be over there next weekend and I want to see you.” Huh? You gotta be kidding me! You are truly psycho to act like nothing happened! I don’t think I said 5 words the entire time we were on the phone. I was just in shock. I’m not really sure that I want to see her. If I do, she is not going to get away with pretending nothing happened. She will have to explain herself and her actions/words. Even after that, I don’t know that I would want to see her again. She is just too much for me to deal with at this point in my life. I can only make an effort for people that are going to make an effort back.