For years I have struggled with having a very close friend to me. Everytime I felt that I had an amazing friend, a stupid argument ruined it.
I had thought this time I had a friend that understood everything because we happened to be going through the same thing at the time, and eventually that person became like my best friend. We never faught. We never argued. We were just really close I guess.
But occationally, we would get distant. My friend would also feel that way and would mention it, and things would be cool again.
Near christmas, it happened again and it just seemed.....different. So New Years Eve another friend of mine had a party. My close friend, who I will call "DJ", ended up showing up. No one really told me and I was just surprised. It was awkward. I didn't really know how to face him. So the entire night, it was weird and we got in small fights about nothing. Finally I guess he had told someone he wanted to "knock me in the face" which bothered me. I confronted him, but since we were both drunk, it was just a stupid argument. Nothing got resolved.
The next day, I texted him asking him what was up. From then on, he became a royal prick to me, which he had never been before. For days upon weeks, he just was really cruel to me with things he said.
Finally, out of nowhere he sens me a message about there still being a chance at peace. I figured alright, cool. Then he half-apologized for being a huge prick. He asked if I could get him some of his things he let me borrow back to him, which I of course agreed. Things were still strange.
I let it go awhile and didn't hear anything from him. So I found other things that were his and told him I wanted to get them back to him. I also thought maybe we could talk.
So the night I call to see if I could drop his stuff off, he says he is busy helping his dad with an oil leak and that he'd be home in 10 minutes. I waited around and finally asked if he was home. I drove over and waited outside and him and this other friend came running outside and kind of just stood there like, "yeah, I'm cool." It was lame because it was like DJ couldn't even face me without having someone else there to impress by acting like a bad ass. It bothered me but I just shrugged it off, gave him his things and left.
Sunday, I received a comment on Myspace from him asking me what I was saying back when we were fighting or whatever. I responded. But never got anything back from him.
Then anytime I make the attempt, he blows me off. I asked him if we could meet up yesterday, and he made up an excuse to avoid me.
What I'm confused about, is why does he keep making an initiative, but when I attempt, he blows it off? Is it a game? I'm just sick of the immaturity, but I honestly want my friend back.
I know that they say, why would I want to be friends with someone that treats you like dirt. I always answer that I know him differently. Around everyone else he acts like a badass to impress people. But whenever we hung out, he was himself. It's disappointing. I just want my friend back.
>>>"I just want my friend back."
But that choice is not all yours to make.
>>>" I always answer that I know him differently. Around everyone else he acts like a badass to impress people."
Sorry, this is gonna sound shitty, but that sounds like the women who say "but he's only hit me a few times and he's a wonderful husband when he's not mad. You just don't see the person I do."
Long and short of it, whatever the reasons are for his treatment of you, you can do better. Friends come and go in life, and just like the battered wife, life is to short to spend on someone who treats you like shit.
There is no punishment. There is no reward. There are only consequences.
I think that depends really scotty.
people say the smae about me when the meet me the first time, especially women talk about how im too intimidating, Julie laughs at them as do any of my friends that know me. its just how I come off I guess, but I dont commit random ats of violence and I have hit 3 women in my entire life, each a seperate occasion and they were warned to stop hitting me several times before I busted them. well one wasnt but I didnt know I was going to hit her till she was on teh ground.
Fucking Noone hits my kids, especially when he is just learning to stand and she hit him for touching her tv screen.
the other hit me acrost the nose with a baseball bat when I tried to walk out of the apartment, and the other was repeatedly wanred to keep her fucking hands off me and didnt listen, knocked my hat off my head and when i bent to pick it up kicked me from behind in the balls, so she got knocked out followed by her husband.
It shoudl be noted, on an interesting littel fact that all 3 women I ever hit were members of the same redneck hick family, a mother, her daughter and the mothers sister in law and brother ( he hit like a girl I count him as one too so maybe thats 4 girls Iv hit.)
Let's agree to respect each others views, no matter how wrong yours may be.