I think I said we arrived in NM on a Tuesday evening. We got checked in to the condo at 4am Wednesday morning.
After that, we sent the boys back out into the wilds of NM to pick up the rest of the luggage in the vehicle that wouldn’t start. They had to also meet the officer that the NM State Police were sending to write up a report. My friend Kathy, and I, stayed up to run point from the condo.
To make the long story shorter, we were both up for about 40 hours from Tuesday morning to Wednesday night. In addition to the lack of sleep we got, there were new personalities in the mix, and that wasn’t such a smash at first.
Despite the great skiing, apparently I was a pain in everyone’s tail. According to certain people, I was talked about, schemed against and generally not enjoyed on the trip. From what I understand I was said to be emotionally unstable at this point in my life, due to my current circumstances and there were regrets that I was invited/talked into going on the trip, since it was my parent’s condo that was used.
What makes this more painful is that I thought these people were my friends. No one, still has come to me and said, hey, I did this/thought this while on the trip and I have an issue with you that needs to be discussed. I don’t know that it is my responsibility to go to these individuals and say to them, “do you have a problem with me?”
Is it? Is that something I should do?
I don’t know, Jennifer. I don’t know these people from Adam, but generally speaking, the folks that’ll talk smack behind your back tend to shrivel up when confronted face to face.
The ones that don’t cave, get real and honest, take accountibility for what they did, and make amends – they might be worth keeping around.
Be prepared to lose some “friends” if you try to hold them accountable for they’re actions, though – people generally don’t like to be held accountable.
I do have to say that it’s quite astonishing that they’d so readily take advantage of the use of a ski lodge under the auspices of your good graces, and then stab you in the back to thank you.
I might find some new friends, if it were me.
Just my two cents.
Once we were given tickets to the Rose Parade when Michigan (one of my husband’s teams) made the Rose Bowl. I was pregnant and immensely ill. I was miserable and made everyone miserable around me. I’m sure everyone hated me. I think I ruined the trip.
Regardless of the fact that my body knew something was wrong and emotionally I was a wreck, I was a total and utter mess of a friggin bitch. I apologized, even though I can rationalize this away until the day is long.
Probably no help to you except that I have been there. And trust me, I was a bigger bitch than you could ever be…
Or perhaps you weren’t what they said. In that case, I’m with Ian. Find new friends.
I still love you!
Friends don’t talk about you behind your back . . . and they damn sure don’t scheme against you. Friends don’t stand idly by while other faux friends talk about you and scheme against you.
You probably are an emotional wreck, and that is to be expected. A friend helps you through those times, and understands.
I agree with Ian, get new friends and just let Jill call the bastards from the trip.