She’d been FB me all that afternoon while I slept on account of back pain and bad cramps and wanted to see me. I was not expecting anyone to come by, so when I was told I had a friend at the door, and had to get out of bed to see who that friend was, I went oh man, why is she here!?

When I was younger she and I would occasionally hang out. I soon learned she had a very dominating personality and we’d often argue over, I don’t even remember what. Whenever things did not go her way, she would call her daddy and complain about me.

One time I was over at their house, and her dad straight up said to my face he did not trust me. I didn’t say anything. I’m surprised he let his daughter go hang out with me after that.

Last year she messaged me on FB about the wedding. I apologized and said because of money and time I could not make it. She understood, but still asked me if I could buy them a wedding gift.

Anyway, I said hello to her and the wife last night and suggested we go to dinner tomorrow and catch up. Okay. I’ll message you on FB about it. Okay. I FB her the next day. She tells me today she is unsure about dinner because she has no gas in the car. She asks me to buy them Medieval Times tickets as wedding gifts.

I was going to message her back later.

Today I have to help mom clean out the garage. I think it’s around 2pm, and she fucking shows up unexpected again. After I complain about it to mom, I go over and say hello, find out they get money for gas, and tell them I’m helping my mom. So they sit in their car and they wait.

We’re done with the garage and I go over to the car and suggest we do lunch since they’re already here. She offers to drive. Okay, that’d be great. I freshen up and change clothes, and driving we end up parking downtown to Ruby’s on the Pier.

Everything was going alright until we got our booth. I already knew they had no money, and even though I only had enough cash for myself, I offered to split several appetizers between the three of us. My friend thought it was cool. The wife wasn’t really talking. Until she had to excuse herself from the table and get fresh air.

We got our food and ate our share, but the wife was still gone. “Apparently,” my friend tells me at this time, “the wife thinks you are going to steal me away from her.” I tell her that’s stupid, and she does too because; 1. we are friends, 2. I am not attracted to her, 3. they are married!

My friend eventually went outside to bring her back in. When she offered her an onion ring, the wife whacked the piece out of her hand and it went flying onto the floor, I shit you not! My friend, and me, and also a waitress, all stared shock eyed at each other for a moment before the waitress picked it up. I thanked her.

We left, and walking down the pier back to the car my friend started arguing with the wife. Great.

Of course I got the parking ticket validated at Ruby’s because I knew I was paying for it, and before they dropped me off back home, my friend told me this would be funny, and she fucking stopped in at the local humane society nearby my place.

They wanted to see the dogs, because apparently my friend heard a shelter here in OC had free senior shepherds for adoption, but I went over to say hi to all the cats first. Poor little guys, a lot of them were crying and craving human attention. I petted many of them. And then I said hi to all the dogs outside.

My friend ended up walking two of the dogs. I told her I wanted to go home. The dogs were fun. The first one didn’t seem too interested in people, and the second one was a Husky named Lucifer.

I hate her for bringing me there… Breaks my heart.

Finally dropped off, and getting several minutes to relax, I think it’s all over, but my dog starts barking at the door. Fuck. My friend is at the door. She has the nerve to ask me to give them gas money because they are low on gas. I tell her I have no money, decline to inform her I’m negative in the bank atm, and give her all my $2 and spare change.

She goes. SHE FINALLY GOES.

I don’t think they’ll be staying long. And I want them gone. I’m not sorry to say. My friend drove out to Cali in a rental car all for a job interview at Knotts. I don’t think she got it by the sound of how it all went down. They aren’t going to be able to afford it here. And I’m not going to be nice if they keep expecting handouts.

Worst, I suspect my friend obsessed with me and her wife jealous. I am not okay with this.

A part of me does feel bad for the two of them. Both sides of the families have disowned them, and when we were waiting for our booth at Ruby’s, my friend told me she was raped in Texas, and when she told the cops, the cops there said she deserved it because she was gay.

I told them I’d be working the next four days. I should have told them to leave me alone.

[i have no emote for this bs]