neighborhood ladies (part 3)

So I'm feeling "out of it" with the neighborhood. It bothers me. I've talked to no-one about this. A little to my husband, but he's a guy and thinks girls are all blown-out-of-proportion-drama. He's pretty much right on that point.

I was the neighborhood organizer of luminaries at Christmas time. The neighbor's gather at your home where you have a ton (literally) of sand, hundreds of bags and candles and you put them all together and line the streets with them and light the whole product Christmas eve. None of the skanks came. If I recall some of their husbands might have helped. The kids are all there (donuts, hot chocolate and coffee helps) and it really is a fun time. One of the "group" came down. Her name is Kate. For some reason I opened up to her at the end of the festivities. I felt I could trust her and all of us were organizing a drunken New Years bash (my damn idea...when things were good) and I needed to see if she knew what the fuck was going on. Funny thing is she felt the exact same way as me. Yes, things were too clique for her. It was a very abstract conversation. Not too detailed, but I felt better.

The New Year's Eve party. I guess it was fun. I stayed sober and everyone else got rip-roaring drunk. Abbey showed her tit to someone, people where sloshing liquor every where. It was extremely cliquey. (cara wasn't there because she had a baby sometime in December) At one point Abbey and Sara pulled me into the hallway and started to rip into Barb about the hole in her ceilling. I walked away, because seriously, yes seriously, who the fuck cares. So now Barb is on the shit list for some reason or other. I can't deal with these weirdos.

I refuse to stoop to their level. I decide it's easier to be nice then to be mean. I just don't have the energy for that. I don't socialize with any of them, but I always have a happy face and act like I like them. It's actually quite fun.

Months go by. Now Cara is being nice to me. See above. I just nod my head and be nice. Seems Abbey has dropped Cara just like she did to me. Oh, really...what a fucking surprise. Cara hates Barb. Oh really, why? Cara bitches and bitches. I love it. I just eat it up. One day Cara admonishes Abbey's daughter at the bus stop for telling secrets with Barb's daughter in front of Cara's daughter (got that?) Abbey calls her up after school and lays into her. Calls her all sorts of names (in a mental breakdown, crazy way) and that's the end of that friendship. (till this day)

Did I mention Cara hate's Barb. Hates her just like Abbey hated her in the beginning. Very jealous of her, her kids, her money, her material things etc. Cara decides to tell Barb every bad thing Abbey ever said about her. Because she hates Abbey more than Barb. Now Barb hates Abbey.

During this time I started running. Kate and I train for 5k's and hang out a lot. (Kate is my best friend in this neighborhood as she is today) Unlike the bitches, we don't even gossip about any of this shit on our runs. It's just that stupid and boring.

We still hang out with Cara (because she is hysterical and is a lot of fun) and I guess we all kind of form a clique. Cara hates Sara too. (some other nieghbor) I like Sara. Always thought she was nice. Cara didn't get invited to Sara's 40th b-day and that was it for her. None of us got invited. Who cares? Well Cara did. She was bothered by the innane things in life. Sara just kind of went away and was shit upon.

Cara still hated Barb. Barb this, Barb that. Barb, Barb, Barb. All things Barb. I hated Barb because I was sick of all things Barb. Negativity wears off on you. Sure she lied a lot, bragged a lot, that really isn't my problem. That shit always catches up to you.

Poor Sara though. She was really hurt. Long story short, I pulled a "Cara" and told her everything. Kate agreed with me (couldn't be there) but the three of us had had it with the stupid crap.

To be continued: (it's almost over. I'm so bored with it now. I will finish the story.)

Neighborhood ladies (part 2)

Barb. First let me tell you why Barb amazes me. She has raised three wonderful children by herself. (her husband is a lawyer and is rarely home with all his traveling and late nights at the office) Barb is a master carpenter and master seamstress. If she sees it in a magazine she can copy it. She opened her own store on ebay and was extremely busy with it. She truly has talent.

Barb is also master liar, one-upper, materialistic snob, braggart and can gossip with the best of them.

My eye-opener with Barb was when I ran into her at the flower market. We had hung out, like neighbors do and even though I wasn't aware of the above I knew there was something off. I wasn't comfortable with her. We were very friendly though. (I met Barb before Abbey and Cara btw).

Back to my story. The flower market. It's a once a year event to raise funds for some charity. I was there with my children (only 2 at the time) and as I was leaving I saw Barb coming in with her friend. I was walking towards her and said "hi barb!" (i was maybe 10 feet away) She loooked at me, rolled her eyes and wispered something to her friend. I actually stopped in my tracks (now about 5' away) and said to myself "no she didn't just diss me!" I have no idea why I remember this event so clearly. I think it's because it was such a shock. It was so "Mean Girls", back in middle school, do a adults really do this kind of shit...shit. At this time I was still real friendly with Abbey so my life lessons came much later. I kept walking up to her, (because what the fuck just happened) and we spoke for about 30 seconds and she obviously didn't want to be seen with the likes of me.

At that time I realized she was a social climber to the max. It was the place to be seen and to show off the outfit, the kids, the stroller, the purse etc. Funny thing, I was parked at my in-laws estate down the street. Yes, I said estate. My in-laws are part of "society". I know the "in-people". Who cares. I don't go around telling everyone that I was invited to such and such's political fund raising party. That I could hang out with the D*P**t's at the annual steeplechase. Well, I could visit their tent, we don't actually receive an invitation. Whatever. We are so not into that whole society crap. We don't even bother going to the Event. Though, thinking about it, my kids would probably love it.

I want to introduce this person to the story. She was the one that Abbey hated so much on our walks. Abbey would tear her, her kids, her carpentry, seamstress skills to pieces for our ENTIRE walk. She hated her.

When Abbey dropped me (shortly after the above) she became best friends with Cara and Barb. Really. What the fuck?

Preview to part 3. What goes around comes around, also known as Karma is a Bitch!

neighborhood ladies (part 1)

I met Abbey when she moved into our neighborhood. We got along great. She was funny, sarcastic and seemed like a good person. We met after I gave birth to my second child. At the time I was going through post-partum depression and didn't even realize it.

We walked about 3x a week and complained about everything on those walks. Husbands, kids, neighbors we didn't like..you get the idea. It was perfect for someone who wasn't happy. Let's rip apart everyone else and be happier.

Soon Cara moved into the neighborhood. Abbey dropped me like a hot potato and Cara was her new buddy. To say I was hurt is an understatement. I didn't get it. What did I do? This was probably one of the best things that happened to me though. My husband had a talk with me about my attitude and my being miserable all the time. I didn't realize how crappy I was treating him and everyone around me. I turned things around that day and never looked back. My home life got much better. (actually great).

The neighborhood life sucked. We used to have happy hours in these days. Go to someone's house, drink, eat apps and be merry. At this one happy hour I was having a great time. Then Cara walked by me and gave me daggers as I was talking to my friend's brother. Later I went into the dining room and found Abbey and Cara gossiping and talking smack about me. They looked at me like a pile a dirt and kept on talking. Later all the neighborhood ladies were in a room laughing and laughing and I felt like I didn't belong.

I walked out of the party and quit the neighborhood.