You can imagine how pleasant he was w/ me when he called me back after a series of 8 consecutive texts that said F you.
|$100 was all this friendship was worth to "Elvis".|
Alas, once the police are involved, I wave my white flag. I have never even had a speeding ticket in my life and as much hardship as he's already put on my family by not paying us back, I won't let him add insult to injury by ruining my squeaky clean record. I came from white trash, abusive drug addicts & don't have a police record. That's a matter of deep pride for me!
He called my husband after he spoke to me & said he was going to pay us today & then called me some choice names. I know I won't see a penny from him, but it shows how fucked up in the head he is that he can't just be honest & say "I'm never paying you back". He still insists he is, but once I'm quiet, he'll have no motivation to actually do so.
It's a bittersweet ending. I'm glad to be done b/c it has really consumed me lately. I'm absolutely drained from the whole thing. I think the stress is what caused me to be sick last week & since then I haven't been able to eat much, which is great for weight loss, but sucks for overall health & well-being. I don't feel great about the way it's ending. I was so determined to see this through, to win a battle for the nice guy & prove we don't always finish last. Instead, bad trumped good. But, too quote the wonderful Sam Cook, "that's it, I quit, I'm movin' on."