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His Best Friend Hates Me
Monday, December 12, 2005
What do you do when your boyfriend's best friend doesn't like you?

I've never much had to worry about this issue because I've never really dated anyone long enough for it to really matter. A couple of Ben's friends met me once but I think that fact that I had the hugest boobs ever made them like me. And it didn't change the fact that his mother hated me.

After that there was Bjorn, Adam, John, and Tom and I wasn't with any of them long enough to even really get to know them, let alone meet their friends.

Then there was Rich. Adam Momsen already knew me and for the entire time we were dating I thought that was a good selling point. Till I found out much later that Adam told Rich not to date me. But I suppose this is where the term "ignorance is bliss" comes into play. The only other friend of Rich's I met, if I can remember, while we were dating was Paul, who is pretty much the gay male version of me so of course we're madly in love with each other. When Rich and I broke up it pretty much ended up with his friends, aside from Paul, not liking me very much. And it sucked but that's not nearly as bad as when your current boyfriend's best friend doesn't like you.

I met a few of Josh's friends but A) I didn't mean them long enough to make an opinion and B) I listened to their band's music so I was A-OK to them.

So then there's Dustin. I always assumed his friends liked me because I've gone out to the bars with them, I've been at parties with them, I've been in the house when Dustin wasn't even home. Bubba and I have always been nice to each other and while it sometime drove me nuts that Dustin would rather go down and have a smoke and a beer with Bubba rather than stay in bed and cuddle with me for an extra house, I dealt.

Then yesterday happens. Dustin is the type of boyfriend to do exactly what he says he's going to do, sometimes even earlier than he said he would. He doesn't do this because he's whipped, at least not in my opinion, but because he's a good guy that cares about that kind of stuff. So when he tells me he'll call me when he wakes up and his waking up time comes and goes, I got worried. I called at 1 and no answer so I figured he must have slept in and I left a message. At two I called again but no answer and I left no message. At three I started to get worried so I left a message telling him to please call me so I wouldn't worry. At four I started to get scared. Dustin's at his dad's right now so I figured that if his phone wasn't working he'd call from his dad's. So I called him again and left a message telling him I was scared and could he please call me back. I thought maybe he was mad at me for something and I didn't know but in my head my main thoughts circled around him being hurt.

So then I text Bubba, Dustin's best friend. I figured if he was hurt Bubba could tell me or at least let me know that they got home safe from the bars the night before. So I sent Bubba this text:

Do you know where Dustin is? He was supposed to call me and never did and won't return my calls.

After I sent it I sort of realized I sounded like a girlfriend trying to keep tabs, which I wasn't. So I sent him another message:

Look if he's mad at me or something fine, I'll deal with that but I just want to know that he's okay.

Bubba never texted me back and I assumed he was at work and couldn't. I continued to worry.

Finally around 5:30 Dustin calls and explained that his phone wasn't working and he didn't think to call from another phone because he didn't think I'd be worried. We talked and he got to work and I was relieved and it was fine.

A little later Dustin took a smoke break and called me. As we were talking Bubba drove by. And I frankly don't care if he was drinking or what his problem was but I could hear him bitching about me and how he doesn't keep tabs on Dustin and isn't his dad. Dustin got back on the line with me and I confronted him about it and told him he needs to talk to Bubba because I wasn't trying to keep tabs and wasn't assuming he did either, I had just been worried and figured Dustin's best friend might have known something.

So after I got off the phone I sent Bubba this text:

You do not need to act like that. I just wanted to know I just wanted to know if you knew if D was okay. That doesn't mean that you have to act like a jerk. I thought you might know, I didn't realize I'm not allowed to ask you questions. I just won't speak to you, so sorry.

A second later he responded:

Good to hear psycho bitch. I'm not his dad... I don't keep tabs on him all the time.

I'm sorry but what the hell right does he have to talk that way? It's not like I called him and said, "Where the fuck is Dustin, is he fucking cheating on me, tell me what's going on???" I made it clear that I was just worried and hoped Bubba knew that D was okay.

Sooooo, I texted him back once more:

You have no right to act that way I was WORRIED and I thought you might have known if something was wrong. I've never done a fucking thing to you so stop treating me like shit.

I didn't hear back from him and I told Dustin what happened and that he needs to talk to Bubba because I do not deserve to get treated like that. It really hurts me, especially because I don't want Dustin to be in the middle of his best friend and girlfriend not liking each other. Bleh.

Okay... speaking of which I need to go wake D up.

Advice?
10:30 AM


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