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Drama Queens Everywhere!

Hello my dears. It has been too long. This week was very chaotic to be honest. I had meetings on Tuesday and Thursday and also there was a show at the school that I had to take pictures of. Also on Monday I had a photo shoot thing before school at #3's school. Recently, my friends are all becoming very dramatic. It is highly stressful for me, as I often care very deeply for my friends.  I am sure that you understand. Monster as you all know has lost my trust and she is kind of driving me crazy. I do not know what she wants. So finally I blew up on her. I told her that I was sick of hearing everything she says because it is all negative. Oddly, she seemed pleased that I lost my temper. What she doesn't know is that I actually had other things on my mind and she just wasn't helping. Whatever though, I will let her have the pleasure of thinking she is the sole reason of my top blowing. *shrug*
Yesterday was Mother's Day. Which is awesome. I think the plan was to chill and dad was going to make her steak and they intended to drink wine with dinner. All very nice. #2 planned to spend the day with mom. I hadn't quite thought the day through yet. After church, my friend invited himself over to my house. (Which is fine.) My parents were cool with it. We were all good. When we got home, we all cleaned...except for said friend. (For the purpose of this post, I will call him....Navelgazer.) Well, Navelgazer refused to help unless he got paid. Which was rude. I guess asking your guest to clean is also rude, but he invited himself. So it's fair right? Also he was just being lazy. He could have done something. He pretty much stayed the whole day. We played cards most of the time despite the embarrassing fact that I could not find the whole deck. (A good friend wouldn't mind. Right?) Navelgazer was an okay guest at first, bu the longer he stayed, the more rude he got. We offered him food, but he snootily told us that he eats when he wants to. When my brother was being, well, the three year old that he is, Navelgazer yelled at him and told me that his mom would never put up with such disrespect. I was shocked. My mom was sitting right there when he said that!!! Like what the heck? Are you stupid??? I didn't know what to do. Apparently he was rude to the rest of my family too. He also spent a lot of time complaining about my best friend in this state. (We will call her Bestie for the purpose of this blog post.) He told me that apparently they'd been dating for a while...This was a little surprising. I would have thought my friend would tell me of such a development, so that kind of hurt...but oh well. Mostly he was complaining about how she is ignoring him. Well, buddy, when you rely on another person for your joy, they will leave. Clingy is not nice. She needs space. So yeah. It's really complicated. He got my phone number thinking that he can use me as his spy which is incredibly rude in my opinion. I am a friend, not a tool. Anyway, yeah... Dad told me not to be embarrassed by his behavior, but mom keeps bringing it up over and over so that is really difficult. Pray for me? I'm drowning in drama. I love both of these friends (Obviously. I love all of my friends.) (Even Monster, though it's hard.) Pray for my friends too. Monster needs Jesus, (She hates Him.) Navelgazer has Jesus sort of...he is a baby Christian. Bestie probably needs healing and guidance. You know how it is. I have to go, but first, my dentist is amazing and moved my appt so I can make it to a field trip so praise God for that. (Long story, I am out of time though.)

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