I know it has been ages since I posted here and today I felt like I was in the mood to bitch. When I came back, I realised that I had left a story hanging the last time I posted and decided that it would only be right to complete it before I go on with my regular bitching. Speaking of which, I think the name of my blog has a very negative feel. I might change that and the url as well - not sure to what. Anyway, moving on with the story...
A few months after the torture treatment, the whole gang decided to take a trip. Katherine and I hadn't spoken to each other since that disastrous day when I had decided that staying away from her would be the best way I could retain my sanity and the last few ounces of self-respect that I had left.
A few months after the torture treatment, the whole gang decided to take a trip. Katherine and I hadn't spoken to each other since that disastrous day when I had decided that staying away from her would be the best way I could retain my sanity and the last few ounces of self-respect that I had left.
I should've known that Katherine wouldn't let me have that so easily. Not that I could predict the future; it was just that my past experience with her was so vast that there was barely a chance that I could be wrong. Turns out, I was right; and sometimes it's not a good thing.
I don't live very close to where all my friends stay and that demands that whenever we are about to take a trip somewhere, I be with them at least one day before we are all about to leave. So as usual, I was at Joan's and we were all set with our packing and everything done to leave in the morning the next day.
A while later, I heard Joan on the phone talking to someone and almost trying to convince them to let something go. There was no way for me to be sure, but my best guess was as good as anything. It was Katherine on the phone telling Joan that she wasn't willing to come for the trip unless I apologized to her and let her know that I want her to be there. Apparently, just me (one person) not caring about whether she was there or not, and the others (around seven of them) wanting her to be there wasn't enough for her.
I talked to Joan and asked her what Katherine wanted and what she thought I should do. Joan asked me to do whatever I felt was right and that she didn't want to get in the middle of this. I didn't object as I thought that after all this while being dragged between us irrespective of whether she wanted to be or not, she had the right to not voluntarily get in the middle of this. She also said that she told Katherine that if she wanted answers from me she would have to call me.
I'm sure it was past midnight when she called again and when she did the conversation went on for at least a few minutes over an hour. After she went over how I had hurt her and didn't bother to make amends or stay in touch after our previous episode, she discussed business and let me know how important it was for her to know that I want her at the holiday because otherwise it didn't make sense for her to be in a place where she wasn't welcome. I wanted to stress over the fact that there were seven people who did want her to be there! How could she just care about one person feeling otherwise? And if my opinion did matter to her... I don't even know what I could've told her. I didn't want to give her options and say that she could have done this or that because by then I had stopped caring - almost 80%.
I did end up apologising to her; although to this day I believe that there was nothing that I had done that I had to apologise for. But even she knew that I was not the kind to put the trip at risk. She knew that if she said that she wouldn't turn up unless I said I was sorry and told her exactly how much it would mean to me for her to be there; I would do it only because the other alternative was that everyone else's mood for a holiday would be ruined because the plan would end up getting delayed or cancelled, and I didn't want that.
I ended up bargaining and in the end the trip was fun because slowly we did start talking and things went back to the way they were before the fight. But I knew it wouldn't be that way for long. She had played her cards well and held something I couldn't say no to as ransom. This wasn't her first time, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her last. As time passed, the stakes grew higher and her demands, well - nagging wives are easier to deal with sometimes.
A while later, I heard Joan on the phone talking to someone and almost trying to convince them to let something go. There was no way for me to be sure, but my best guess was as good as anything. It was Katherine on the phone telling Joan that she wasn't willing to come for the trip unless I apologized to her and let her know that I want her to be there. Apparently, just me (one person) not caring about whether she was there or not, and the others (around seven of them) wanting her to be there wasn't enough for her.
I talked to Joan and asked her what Katherine wanted and what she thought I should do. Joan asked me to do whatever I felt was right and that she didn't want to get in the middle of this. I didn't object as I thought that after all this while being dragged between us irrespective of whether she wanted to be or not, she had the right to not voluntarily get in the middle of this. She also said that she told Katherine that if she wanted answers from me she would have to call me.
I'm sure it was past midnight when she called again and when she did the conversation went on for at least a few minutes over an hour. After she went over how I had hurt her and didn't bother to make amends or stay in touch after our previous episode, she discussed business and let me know how important it was for her to know that I want her at the holiday because otherwise it didn't make sense for her to be in a place where she wasn't welcome. I wanted to stress over the fact that there were seven people who did want her to be there! How could she just care about one person feeling otherwise? And if my opinion did matter to her... I don't even know what I could've told her. I didn't want to give her options and say that she could have done this or that because by then I had stopped caring - almost 80%.
I did end up apologising to her; although to this day I believe that there was nothing that I had done that I had to apologise for. But even she knew that I was not the kind to put the trip at risk. She knew that if she said that she wouldn't turn up unless I said I was sorry and told her exactly how much it would mean to me for her to be there; I would do it only because the other alternative was that everyone else's mood for a holiday would be ruined because the plan would end up getting delayed or cancelled, and I didn't want that.
I ended up bargaining and in the end the trip was fun because slowly we did start talking and things went back to the way they were before the fight. But I knew it wouldn't be that way for long. She had played her cards well and held something I couldn't say no to as ransom. This wasn't her first time, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her last. As time passed, the stakes grew higher and her demands, well - nagging wives are easier to deal with sometimes.
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