Last night, Dave and I went out to dinner with his Grandma and Dad. I had a great time. I love being around them because they're the only family members of his that really make me happy. They tell jokes and they aren't crazy (in the bad way, anyway). His grandma is so awesome--she's in her 90's but she's still a feisty old lady.
Anyway, I ate too much stuffed shrimp, and on the ride home, my stomach was hurting. It was an hour ride, so I was suffering. When Dave and I got back to his place, he opened the door and as I was getting to the foot of the stairs, I hear Jon's familiar voice say "Hi" and so I mumbled a hello back while I was running upstairs to the bathroom. Dave stayed downstairs a few minutes to talk to Jon and his girlfriend. I asked him what he said, and he told them that we're going to double date with them next Sunday. Then Jon said, "Oh, so now Mary will be *forced* to talk to us?"
Yes, you mommy's boy. I am being forced to go out with you and your girlfriend. I am not looking forward to it.
Right now, I'm not on speaking terms with Jon. This morning, Dave got a call from his mother. He told her he didn't have much time to talk. She asked him how things between Jon and me were because apparently Jon told her I didn't say "Hi" to him or Sarah last night.
Big fucking deal. I *did* say hello, but I was in a bit of a rush.
ARGH I just hate this crap. He's such a tattletale. Did I mention that Jon is 28 years old?? I can't believe that someone would tell his mother that someone else didn't say hello to them. This is why I've decided to avoid Jon and not say hello to him or speak to him unless he says something to me first. If he asks what my problem is, I'll tell him that I don't want to talk to him because of the way he treats his dad. I consider his dad to be one of my friends, and I'm not going to sit still while his own son talks shit about him. He can kiss my ass.
By the way, he hates his dad so much, he had his last name legally changed to his mom's maiden name. (If it were possible, I think he would have his lips surgically fused to his mother's nipple.) Also, last weekend, Dave had invited his dad over for a Super Bowl party. Jon wasn't going to be there, but when Dave told him that Dad was coming over, Jon actually screamed and cried and got red in the face
. What a fucking cry-baby momma's boy.
We'll see how the double date goes on Sunday. It wasn't my suggestion, obviously. I would not mind it at all if Jon and his mom never talked to me again. They're such a burden on me mentally. When I'm around them, it hurts my brain.
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