the most? Is when you have those friends that treat you like a moron when you're clearly not. And it only seems to have intensified since this pregnancy. Like, "Oh, Erica, CLEARLY since I'VE not HAD a child, I CLEARLY know what's going on with your body." It's annoying. So, I have this friend and for some reason she feels the need to undermine my intelligence. Like I'm too stupid to know, comprehend and understand the things thatI'm reading or studying. And, it's not just pregnancy. It's like this: I'm writing numerous things at once and one of them involves witchcraft, only it's strange and weird and involves me researching witchcaft from ancient days, around the time of Solomon in the Bible.
So, she gets on my PC and says," Tsk, tsk, Erica, what are you studying?" in this annoying tone of voice that just drips with disdain, as if I'm a total nincompoop and don't understand what the hell it is exactly that I pulled up on the screen. So, I ask her: "What the hell are you talking about?" She glances at me/my-hostile-expression and then backat my screen and says in a voice much cowed, "Nevermind *lulz*."
THEN, when it comes to this pregnancy, me and Shawn are talking about what's been up with my body for the first trimester and what's up with it for the second, and also this nefarious pregnancy line that I'm supposed to get (the linea negra). We were looking at pictures of a photographer friend of his and I was bemoaning the fact that I hadn't gotten mine yet as it usually appears around the second trimester (my own personal research and the information my effin' DOCTOR provided for me to read) and she suddenly butts into the the conversation saying, "No, no, you're not supposed to get that until your third." So, I shake my head and tell her, "No, you get it during your second." And she proceeds to give me ths look like clearly I'M mistaken and therefore in my ignorance I am CLEARLY an idiot because her word is effin' LAW.
"No, Erica, it's in your third. Trust me, I know this."
"Yes, but my DOCTOR told me that it appears in your second most typically."
And proceeded to give me the "I-am-the-goddess-of-all-knowledge-and-t
Reason: her car had been hi-jacked by the police, and me being the incredibly nice friend that I am, dragged my aching, hurting pregnitty ass out of bed and, accompanied by my wonderful brother-in-law, drove thirty minutes from where we lived to pick her up at eleven o'clock at night from her school, when she could've walked a block or two and gotten to a mutual friend's house, who would've gladly let her stay with him and of whom it would've been MORE convenient for her, and ME, to have stayed there with him, instead.
So, she comes to the house to stay and I was all ready to make up the couch for her to sleep on, with a nice comfy pillow and blankets, etc, but she parks herself in my and my boyfriend's bedroom, on the floor, and well...Shawn can be a space-case at times...so, when I clearly shot him a look that said, "Muthfuckah, you out yo goddamn mind she ain' sleepin in this here bed with my pregnitty ass", he took the hint. She parked her ass on that floor for two damn days straight not doing a damn thing to get her car out of impound. And make not mistake, Shawn's pop is lord of the house (even though he technically doesn't own the house, but Chinese families can be a little...interesting...to observe) and to save trouble, Shawn doesn't piss his dad off a lot becuse that short man is scary as HELL. And the man doesn't like black people. At all. He tolerates me, but...ther are very few that he'll acknowledge. Case in point, a few days was all she had to stay there, but she made not move to get herself up, contact the people she needed to contact to get her car out of impound or....really, anything...
And it got annoying by the second HOUR that she was there because there are a lot of things that Shawn can't stand. Like...a dirty room. And not just a "here's-a-few-clothes-scattered-on-the-f
Her response? "Oh, I thought I picked them up." Really? Because I've had her stay at my apartment before when I had one and she blatantly leaves crap everywhere and it's NOT like you can't miss it. Damn, this is an effin tiny ASS room for crying outloud. THOSE ARE SOME NOTICEABLE WRAPPERS, CAKE BOX and FUCKING CLOTHES!!!!!! It was one thing at my apartment. I have a high patience level and a high level of tolerance and I'm a bit OCD so I don't want people touching my crap because then I'll get insane about putting EVERYTHING back where it needs to be to the smallest detail. But this isn't my place of residence. This isn't her place of residence, so the same disgusting CRAP that you pulled when you had yur own place and were staying at mine, DOES NOT FLY HERE! It's nasty. It attracts roaches. Shawn and I CAN'T stand fucking la cucaracha. But the social graces don't seem to penetrate. Whatever. MAybe I'M a bit too harsh, but she KNOWS how I feel about dirt, nastiness and just....ew. Ew is disgusting. Ew is the epitome of evil. Ew is just...ew.
AND THEN, she has a tendency of being a bit of a...attention hog. Like, I'm not really one for the limelight. I can get up in front of people and talk and what not, but honestly, I'm fine in the background, drinking an iced tea and laughing at everyone else's antics. But EVERY time I'm around her, she simply HAS to say something that draws the attention to her, makes HER the center of the whole damn universe and it gets annoying. Like, don't talk about retarded shit while we're trying to watch a fucking movie. Don't say, "Oh, when I was a kid, ghosts used to come to me ALL the time and my pillow even turned into a severed head when I was sleeping. *lulz*teehee*" It just gets yu looked at likeyou're crazy for saying it at the most inopportune time. Like, I'm all for talking about the supernatural, but NOT when we're just trying to enjoy the movie.
AND, on top of that,poking me when I'm snuggling up to my boyfriend while watching said movie not once, not twice, not even three times, but throughout the whole fucking movie until I send you the death glare of all death glares. Seriously? Don't peeved because you decided to get involved with some guy WAY the bumfuck up in Pennsyl-fucking-vania! Don't get pissed because people are giving me attention because of the baby. Seriously? They're REALLY only concerned about the kid; I'm the glorified incubator.
I mean, I know her issue with babies. She had a miscarriage and she feels the pain of that, but damn...It's not like I begged God for this. It happened and I'm rolling with punches. But treat me like I'm an invalid just because of what happened to you. It may be her misguided attempt at keeping the baby safe, but trust...I've been doing a pretty decent job of it so far. I think I can handle the rest, goddamn.
AND, on top of that, she inserted herself into one of the people going to be there in the birthing room, and I keep trying to correct her and let her know, "No, you're not going to be. The baby's blood family gets first dibs." So, that means if say (because Shawn and my mom are going to be there regardless, but that leaves one slot open): Shawn's Mom, Dad or My Dad or Aunt want to be there, they duke that out amongst themselves and whichever wins that match get to be there, but since I'm sure Shawn's Dad and minewill be in agreement that that's NOT where they want to be that leaves my aunt and Shawn's mom, Lori. And if Lori bows out then that means my aunt gets automatic. If my aunt can't make it, THEN you get to be there, but even then...she'll have to content with my Asha, because Ashley's like a sister to me and I'd probably request her being there first.
But her response? "Well, I'm fighting whoever's there."
Taha! Glucklich with that. My mom and Shawn are automatic, and my aunt could take anybody. Shaw's mom doesn't look so weak herself.
AND THEN, she inserts herself as my maid of honor. Sorry, sweetcakes, but that title automatically became my Asha's in the summer of 2005 when that girl jumped into the freezing Chattahoochee River to save my drowning ass. So, when I tried to let her know that, she has a bit of selective hearing. And proceeded to change the season that my wedding fell in and decided which photographer to hire, and the only reason she wanted Anthony as the photographer is because she knows that he and I had a bit of a romantic history together and that that candle still burns brightly to this day (huh, so I AM a heartbreaker... who'dathunkit?), and she often does things for the entertainment value of the drama that would ensue. Plus, I know Shawn might not've been comfortable with that idea and since, I've comandeered EVERY aspect of the wedding, I figure he deserves the right to have SOME say so (*lulz*).
Bt, when I tell her...oh yeah, Shawn likes these people so if we ever had a wedding (if we ever had a wedding *snorts*), he wants to hire them.
"Oh, well, doesn't that mean that Shawn picked them and not you." in this hoity-toity ass voice, like she's miss fucking know-it-all. So, I quickly correct her, "Well, since *I* liked them too...I figured they'd be perfect because they have WAY more experience than Antho." Thanks for playing, ass....come again. It shut her up but I guess she's starting to realize, lke my Mom, I'm becoming a mother now and some things that I was willing to put up with I'm not willing to put up with now. I can admit, I can be a bit of a doormat, but how the hell am I supposed to raise a strong, driven child if their mother is an effin doormat?
She may not like the fact that I have opinions (and is definately resistant to that idea), but fuck what ya heard. I DO have a temper and it's starting to reach its boiling point with her. Because it's one thing to, at any point in a relationship, accept that your friend has opinions and can think for herself, but its quite another that you give your friend a veiled warning by saying, "I'm going to let you get away with that, but only because I know you're pregnant."
Oh really now, bitch? REALLY? Because when my pregnitty ass is no longr pregnitty and these opinions still muthafuckin exist, what the fuck you gonna do then?
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