Chapter 161: I want my pink shirt back! I want my pink shirt back!

Tonight I had made several tentative plans. I’m not going to lie, I overbooked. I had originally made tentative plans to attend a pool party on the other side of town. Not desiring to go so much, but not completely opposed to it. Tuesday the Musician told me about a band playing at the mall, completely free. I told her I would think about it, she asked me later in the week and I told her that if Moxie decided not to go to the pool party I would come. I told her it was a 90% chance. But 90% isn’t 100. So when I got home from work I didn’t feel like going. I told SFHB about this and her response was, “Well, I just bought Footloose so we could stay here and watch that.” I did not say, “I don’t want to go because I want to spend time with you.” I simply said I didn’t think I would go.

So Musician shows up and finds out that SFHB is going and then asks if I am going and I shake my head. So Musician gives me a little encouragement while SFHB tells me I’m going. I told her that telling me I’m going was more likely to make me stand by my choice of not going. SFHB says they won’t keep me back late and I tell them I already have plans to meet Petunia at 8 so I was going to be back by then. SFHB says, “Then I’ll drive and we’ll come back.” That’s when I knew I couldn’t go. I didn’t want her here when Petunia was here, I didn’t want her encroaching, it’s petty and immature, but SFHB is far too much in my business. Maybe if she had said, “Well, then you can drive separately.” Why is it not a choice to be by myself? It’s not like I’m antisocial, I go to more things than SFHB; I’m more social than her. So sue me that I didn’t want to go to something I hadn’t fully committed to.

As SFHB heads upstairs to get her shoes she tells (which from her it’s more of an order) me to get my shoes on. I sit my ground like I didn’t hear her. She comes down with shoes on and tells me again. I shake my head, “I’m not going.” Her response, “yes you are.” Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are? I tell her ‘no’ and she repeats herself, I say it more forcibly, but try to hold back the venom since Musician is standing right there. Musician gives up and leaves, SFHB tries to see if she can get me to attack. She doesn’t beg, she doesn’t plead, she’s not even asking in a subdued way, she’s telling me to come, like I’m her dog. With each syllable from her lips I’m cemented further into my decision. As she’s leaving she calls she says, “She is being a sauerkraut.” Because I’m guessing someone is calling me one from outside. Then she calls me a poo-poo or a doo-doo head, I’m not sure which. Some 5 year old’s insult from 1992 I’m sure. I almost called her a shit head, but then remembered that I don’t verbally cuss like that.

Not only that but she tells me today when I was home at lunchtime that her and packrat were talking about how Moxie and I had a conversation through the internet during the Mean Girls party. Then she says something like it made her mad but when she knew who we were talking about (Mrs. George), it was okay. What the? Who tells someone else that? “Yeah, you two were doing something that you had every right to do as a free citizen of this country, but it made me angry that you were doing it. But if you were talking about someone behind their back that’s fine.” Thanks for the permission to talk rudely about people without their knowledge; it really means a lot to me.