I need advice.
I knew we weren't friends, even though she acted as though we were. I knew if she gossiped and criticized everyone to me, she was surely doing the same when I wasn't present.
We had a "discussion" two weeks ago, when I confronted her about several remarks. I agreed to "start fresh" with her as her family's camper is RIGHT NEXT to ours at Camp Redneck and our husbands are friends.
This weekend, I learned she is not happy dissing only a rip in one's boat seats or how many hours one's husbands works. She said the following (in a nutshell) to a small group of people in April. One individual finally told me.
"He's the way he is because they don't work with him. He's obviously autistic, but she won't believe that. People have told her, but she just wants to listen to that one doctor."
This comes from a woman who claims to love Curt. (Please note that I am showing great restraint in not calling her many, many names.)
I'm not going to defend myself here. If you read this, I believe you know differently. My question is: Should I confront her or not? Just because I sound calm, don't think for a minute her comments did not make me weep, scream and generally break my heart. She's a special kind of evil.
Oh yeah, and I listened to two doctors who are specialists, Bitch. (oops.)
P.S. This post is too damn depressing, even for me. To lighten the mood, I will leave you with words of email wisdom from non-blogger (but really, really should), Eva. Back in the day (for me, that would be to-day), we were notorious for our numerous p.s.'. I was known to open a sealed letter to Eva to add one, two, or maybe five postscripts.
SUBJECT LINE: another p.s.
I am reverting to all my old bad habits with you. What's next? Prank phone calls? Monogrammed sweaters? ABBA?
Late-talking retarded husband has a degree from Princeton. And enviable SATs. (I know you will take this comment as it's intended - to soothe your nerves.)
He has just chimed in from across the room: "Don't worry about it. Enjoy the silence."
Of course, the man can't change a lightbulb.
Thanks, Eva. Clearly, your timing couldn't have been better.