smigon
Old enough to know better
Just over two years ago my husband's best friend was going through a divorce. We let him live here while he figured things out. I loved Mike, I tucked him in every night with a "woobie" (my grandmother's quilt) and would go out of my way for him, even so far as to drive all around our subdivision one afternoon during a sudden monsoon because he had gone on a bike ride. I found him huddled with a woman and her two kids against a block wall who were taking a walk and got caught in it too, I took them home then came back for Mike. He even said to them "I told you she would come find me!" because that is the kind of person I am.
During this time I had rescued a pregnant cat (Amy) and two weeks later Mike and I took turns watching and waking each other up when another was being delivered, we took video and pics (I am certain Amy was NOT happy, but I have never seen anything like it) and sort of bonded. There were 5 kittens and Amy, I wanted them all to go in pairs to good homes. 2 pairs were snapped up and the fifth kitten and Mike bonded, and he said he would take him and mom Amy when he moved. In this time he also bought a puppy. The puppy destroyed about $1000 of patio furniture and indoor furniture and I used our pool only once that summer because the dog kept jumping in and shaking all over me while I tried to relax in the sun.
One weekend Jim and I were going to the Hot Air Balloon Festival in Albuquerque and Mike was going to be moving out of the house into one he just bought, was taking the kitten, Amy and his dog with him. I asked him to do a little light cleaning as we were bringing my parents back here to Phoenix, and I wanted it to look decent when we arrived home.
We got here and not only was the place a wreck, Amy was locked in the room where she had her kittens, Mike took the kitten and his dog and booked. I was devastated. Poor Amy has her kittens all taken away and is locked in a room by herself, the other bedroom where Mike slept was in shambles, my parents went elsewhere to stay.
Jim and he remained best friends (he is the calm to my storm), but I didn't talk to Mike for almost two years. We did go over to his new house when he was out of town to feed the dog and the cat, and I looked around the house and found my grandma's quilt on his bed (along with the fairly pricy sheets he used here) in almost total shreds.
I left the sheets (not even worth saving) but Grandma's quilt was so filthy and ripped in places I burst into tears.
I also found several pieces of furniture that were ours that we let him use until he bought his own, I packed up as much as I could and brought it back with us.
Fine, friendship over, I know who he really is now.
Two years later, I happened to pick up Jim's phone and there was a text from Mike on it (I NEVER read his emails or texts, but when I picked the phone up it turned on and there was the message). He took the kitten (now full grown) and his dog to the pound. His new girlfriend had a cat that didn't get along with the other animals.
I was LIVID. I asked Jim about it, he said he didn't want to tell me because he knew how upset I'd be, which I actually appreciated.
I was just glad he didn't take Amy, she has been the sweetest cat and Jim's new girlfriend.
Now he is getting married and wants us to be in the wedding, Jim as his best man. The saving grace is that it is in St. Louis (they are both from there like we are) and Jim said he couldn't afford it or get the time off.
How would you feel about this? I have no problem with he and Jim being friends, Jim is so laid back and not much bothers him, so I get that. But as much as Mike knows how upset and disappointed I was (and still am), he never bothered to apologize for anything.
I don't know if I am writing this to check myself and emotions, but am I wrong to not ever want to see someone again after what he did to not only me but to the animals?
Thanks for the ear and the shoulder to cry on.
During this time I had rescued a pregnant cat (Amy) and two weeks later Mike and I took turns watching and waking each other up when another was being delivered, we took video and pics (I am certain Amy was NOT happy, but I have never seen anything like it) and sort of bonded. There were 5 kittens and Amy, I wanted them all to go in pairs to good homes. 2 pairs were snapped up and the fifth kitten and Mike bonded, and he said he would take him and mom Amy when he moved. In this time he also bought a puppy. The puppy destroyed about $1000 of patio furniture and indoor furniture and I used our pool only once that summer because the dog kept jumping in and shaking all over me while I tried to relax in the sun.
One weekend Jim and I were going to the Hot Air Balloon Festival in Albuquerque and Mike was going to be moving out of the house into one he just bought, was taking the kitten, Amy and his dog with him. I asked him to do a little light cleaning as we were bringing my parents back here to Phoenix, and I wanted it to look decent when we arrived home.
We got here and not only was the place a wreck, Amy was locked in the room where she had her kittens, Mike took the kitten and his dog and booked. I was devastated. Poor Amy has her kittens all taken away and is locked in a room by herself, the other bedroom where Mike slept was in shambles, my parents went elsewhere to stay.
Jim and he remained best friends (he is the calm to my storm), but I didn't talk to Mike for almost two years. We did go over to his new house when he was out of town to feed the dog and the cat, and I looked around the house and found my grandma's quilt on his bed (along with the fairly pricy sheets he used here) in almost total shreds.
I left the sheets (not even worth saving) but Grandma's quilt was so filthy and ripped in places I burst into tears.
I also found several pieces of furniture that were ours that we let him use until he bought his own, I packed up as much as I could and brought it back with us.
Fine, friendship over, I know who he really is now.
Two years later, I happened to pick up Jim's phone and there was a text from Mike on it (I NEVER read his emails or texts, but when I picked the phone up it turned on and there was the message). He took the kitten (now full grown) and his dog to the pound. His new girlfriend had a cat that didn't get along with the other animals.
I was LIVID. I asked Jim about it, he said he didn't want to tell me because he knew how upset I'd be, which I actually appreciated.
I was just glad he didn't take Amy, she has been the sweetest cat and Jim's new girlfriend.
Now he is getting married and wants us to be in the wedding, Jim as his best man. The saving grace is that it is in St. Louis (they are both from there like we are) and Jim said he couldn't afford it or get the time off.
How would you feel about this? I have no problem with he and Jim being friends, Jim is so laid back and not much bothers him, so I get that. But as much as Mike knows how upset and disappointed I was (and still am), he never bothered to apologize for anything.
I don't know if I am writing this to check myself and emotions, but am I wrong to not ever want to see someone again after what he did to not only me but to the animals?
Thanks for the ear and the shoulder to cry on.