One of my BFFs from HS, so I gave her a lot of leeway because I knew her for 20ish years
. . . these stories take place when we were both in our 30s. (There are many other "small" incidents, but these "take-the-cake" and are the reason I did the cold-cut.)
"Lori" was a major party animal. Needed to socialize.Story #1
-- The night DD#1 and I came home from the hospital after her birth. LDH, DD#1 and I were just settling in. There was an unexpected knock on the door. It was Lori. "I just came over to celebrate!" Nosing past me through the door while I was saying "Now is not a good time" Lori: "I'll only stay a minute!" as she pulled out her bottle of rum.
Long story short, and yes, there were a lot of things I could have done, but she ended up staying for 3+ hours . . . I went to bed after asking her to leave many times . . . Sorry! LDH!
He later told me that she.just.would.not.leave. Short of turning off the lights and going to bed himself, he said he did everything he could think of to get rid of her.Story #2
-- LDH and I were entertaining a couple (LDH's co-worker and his wife) for dinner and an enjoyable evening. After dinner, the phone rings. It's Lori, all in tears because she was "stood up" for a date that she had planned for that evening, wanting to know if she could come over. (I went to the other room and talked to her in hushed tones.)
Me: Lori, we have guests.
Lori: Oh! You're having a party? Can I come over?
Me: No, It's not a "party" these are work people.
Lori: So . . . what? I'm not good enough for your "work people?"
Me: We're just having a quiet evening . . . nobody else is invited.
Lori: I just feel so lonely right now! (sob!) I could really use a friend!
Me: Well, were going to be playing "game" . . .
Lori: I love that game! I'll be over in a bit (hangs up.)
She shows up at the door, sits down at the table ("game" that we are playing is one that doesn't have teams and if you come into "game" late, you're behind, but you can still play.) After a bit of politeness, Lori starts making comments such as "This game s*cks." "I got stood up tonight, how do you like them apples?" "Can't we play something else?"
Long story short (HA!
), I took her to another room and said "Lori, you're ruining my evening. Please leave." She left in a huff stating "Some friend you are! I got stood up tonight!"Lori had been my friend for a long time. There were times when she really was "there for me." But, along with the many other small incidents, I was at the end of my rope. Stories 1-2-3 took place over 2+ years.Story #3, the Deal Breaker
-- DD#2 was 3 months old. LDH was out of town on a business trip.
Thursday, Daycare called me at work stating that there is a problem with DD#2. I ended up taking DD#2 to the emergency room. She was diagnosed with RVS. I made arrangements with SIL to pick up DD#1 and take care of her through the weekend. I spent Thursday night at the hospital with DD#2.
DD#2 was released late Friday afternoon. I was given instructions and a therapist was going to come to our home with a breathing apparatus, show me how to use it, explain warning signs, etc.
The phone rings. I pick up and it's Lori (this was before caller ID.)
Lori: Let's PARTY!
Me: Um, Lori . . . explain what's going on, DD#2 being severely ill, therapist coming over, blah, blah, blah.
Lori: Oh! I'm so sorry! Can I come over and help you! Give you hugs! You poor thing!
Me (actually needing hugs at this point): Sure, come on over, but understand that this is what's going on.
Later, after therapist came and went, I left the front door open so that Lori could just walk in. I was sitting on the living room floor with DD#2 in my arms, lights dim and soft soothing classical music playing.
Lori came in, changed the stereo station, turned the volume up and announced "I'm here to cheer you up! Look!! She's sleeping! Can't you get a babysitter so that we could go out and party?"
What happened after that is definitely not e-hell approved.
But it was a long time in coming.
And, No. I've never talked to Lori again after that night.