Saturday, September 8, 2007

Can I handle being (best) friends with his mom?

Hmmm...that is the question of the day, for sure. I was thinking yes, and I'm still thinking yes. But here's what happened today that is going to make it tough.

Well, first, let me just say that I absolutely love my friendship with Adam's mom. Love it. Most of the time, almost ALL of the time, it's completely separate from Adam. We have coffee, almost every day, with Wesley. We are day time friends, mostly. Sometimes we'll grab dinner, but usually coffee and/or lunch. We go for walks, we chat on the phone. We're totally girlfriends. We talk every day. She's great. I love her to pieces! But...

Every once in a while, she slips up. She is, after all, always going to be my ex-boyfriend's mother first. The good thing is, she's always the first one to tell me (or fess up, so to speak) when something happens that she knows might upset me, having to do with crossing lines with Adam or something like that. It's only happened a few times and nothing major. One time I got mad at her and didn't talk to her for 3 days. But for the most part, it's been great. She's been great. A great friend. A much needed friend, at times, too.

I had dinner with her last night. We talked of my move. I didn't say not to tell Adam, it was a given. I thought. So she calls me tonight:
"I'm so sorry, but I told Adam you're moving."
FUCKKKKKKKKKK! WHYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!? "I don't know why, it was so stupid, I'm so sorry." But honestly, I'm not really mad. It just gives me one MORE reason to be in any kind of communication with Adam. Of course, I want to know his reaction, what he said, what she said, blah blah blah. Holy can of worms.

Now the trouble is this: I will use ANY old excuse to text or call Adam. Any. So, in typical Nissa fashion, I text Adam about an hour later. Oh, wait. His response to Carole telling him the news was: "He gasped. He said OMG, should I call her? What should I do?" That was Carole telling me this. Ok, the text:
N: "I don't want to hear a word from you about my moving. She shouldn't have told you, but she did and that's that. Leave it alone."
And then immediately following:
N: "I'm not moving because of you, I stayed because of you and now I'm leaving. It was my plan before I met you, remember?"
Notice the open ended text, people. Ick. That's me and how I am with Adam. Reaching. Pathetic. His response, almost immediately:
A: "I hope you're alright. I think it's very brave of you. I'm sorry."

What? No: DON'T GO! COME BACK! I'LL CHANGE! I'LL BE BETTER!?!?!? Really? That's it? Am I surprised? No.

So, I explained all of this to Carole and told her all of this. I told her that this is what will keep me from being close friends with her. This entire scenario, which mostly boils down to my lack of self control, will be the death of our friendship. I realize it's mostly my lack of self control. I know it's there and so I can't be exposed to these types of situations just yet. Period.

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