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Kinsley Gorgeous Revolutionary wrote: »

A girl I grew up with is an alcoholic. She won’t admit that, of course, but she is. She is still living at home unable to get through the day without a drink or hold down a job. She gets down about this, of course, but doesn’t seem to think the drink is the problem. Anyway, she is the type who will always know what you’re doing is wrong. Shortly after my dad died, she drunkenly told me what I should be doing on the farm to make more money, scolding me for being lazy and not interested. But neglecting to understand I physically can’t run a farm by myself and keep my full time job, nor would I want to.

The last few times I’ve met her out she’s been exceedingly drunk, sloppy even. Her hair is gross and wrecked from being bleached, cheap tatty looking extensions dripping from her head. Muddy, dirty looking tan. Nails bitten to pieces. Heavy makeup. That’s all fine, that’s none of my business and I wouldn’t take issue with it if she didn’t pick my appearance apart. My hair is dark brown and she says it’s horrible, it’s boring, it makes me look like a camel, it doesn’t suit me, I should get highlights and make an effort with it. I do make an effort with it. It’s long, and clean, and glossy and I like it. It suits my pale skin. It suits my dark and well shaped eyebrows.

On Saturday I met her out after work. Of course she was drunk. It was 5pm. I threw on a summer outfit quickly after work, and went into the beer garden. She starts slurring that I thought I was better than everyone and I looked like I was going to a wedding except for my boring hair. She then went on to give me advise on my work, telling me what I was doing wrong and what I needed to do to make more money.

Later on, she came back over and started crying. Started talking about her boyfriend being mean with money, her home situation, the fact that she was expected to pay for everything. She told me she got her dole on a Monday and she really needed 20 euro until Monday. She’d give it back to me then. Reluctantly I gave it to her, it was only 20 euro so **** it, but I was uncomfortable with the scene she was making and uncomfortable saying no as I’ve known her all my life.

Yesterday I wasn’t expecting to hear from her but she text to ask where I was, I wasn’t around but told her to leave the money in with my ex and I’d get it off him. She never did. I was around that evening and text her to say hey, I’m around if you want to meet me instead and she replied really sharply saying that she was really busy with a personal situation and she didn’t have time this evening but she would call in tomorrow to give it to me in between doing something to do with the personal situation.

I’m fuming. I’m not even fuming over anything in particular. Just that hot mess sitting back drinking her government assistance while dictating to me how I should be running my affairs. Borrowing money from me and then offering it back and then behaving like I’m hounding her. I haven’t been this bothered by something in a really long time.

Mam of 4 wrote: »

Flies.

Enough said .