the nerve of some people

I think I've used this title for another post. As if I care.

Oh yeah, this is one of my more pissy posts. Hold on, this is gonna' be a bumpy ride.

I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. Or the dead's wife. But I'm going to anyway for several reasons - because I can and because she deserves it.

As I promised her mother, I've been trying to check in on her, call her, in other words, look after her. At this point, her mother can go take a flying fucking leap.

It started last Friday when I wished her a Happy Birthday on her Facebook page. The next day, her status showed that neighbors on her street did something special for her's and her son's birthday yet I got no acknowledgment for my good wishes.

Let me back up for a minute and tell you that about a week after her husband's passing, she told me that she wished people would stop doing things for her. That if they wanted to do something, to do it for her son. Since they both share the same birthday, I bought him a gift card to a local movie theater, thinking that I was actually going to have a chance to give it to him. Saturday morning, I called her twice to offer my best wishes. The first time she was out at the gym so I had to call back. I learned that she had plans to go to the beach with some friends that day. I told her I had something for her son and that if they had time, I would love to treat them for dinner later on that night. She told me she would call me when she got back from the beach that afternoon and if for some reason we couldn't get together on Saturday, we'd make it a birthday weekend and get together on Sunday.

I guess I should stop waiting for that call to come.

Yeah, she wasn't able to call me but she was certainly able to respond to my Facebook status...at 11pm Saturday night.

So I waited for that acknowledgment for my extending birthday wishes to her through Facebook. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that she didn't. This morning I checked her profile page and would you know that she tagged as liking every other person's birthday wishes but mine?!

To say that I'm annoyed is an understatement. And because of her 'situation' I've chosen not to say anything and just vent it here. I certainly don't want to make her feel bad when her husband has only been dead not even a month but why call me a good friend if you're just gonna' treat me like shit?

Someday, I'm gonna' find a deserted island and leave all this bullshit behind. Apparently I'm doing a shit job in the friendship department so I might as well go be by myself. Just me, the coconuts and a bunch of wind-driven sand up my ass crack. And I'm not inviting her to join me!