14 January (part 2)
Sean is pissing me off. I’ve talked about this before. The latest is he sent out a group invitation to his birthday. On it is this guy – a friend of his – I slept with years ago. Let’s just say, he left a traumatic souvenir behind, not forgetting didn’t want to know after he’d got what he wanted. Aside from his 30th, Sean has never invited me out to his birthday. I think that’s rude in itself. I would prioritise him over someone in my group who had treated him like shit. We don’t speak about it. But this one is the last straw.
He sent a message earlier in the week referencing the group invitation. He called it a ‘stupendous gaff’ and that he had ‘uninvited the person’. That makes me seem like a loser whatever way you look at it. Did I ask him to uninvite him? Am I still bitter? Am I hung up about it this many years later? What if he doesn’t realise he is uninvited and turns up? I told him I couldn’t make it and wasn’t comfortable him uninviting people. How could Sean even make a mistake like that?
He’s just called. I’m watching The Big Fat Diet Programme. And I don’t want to talk to him. So I don’t pick up. He leaves a message. Something about how he hopes I’m not ‘hurt’. All a bit American if you ask me. Then. Then he follows with a text.
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