Earlier this week, actually, on Monday, my birthday, I posted about what a horrible birthday I had. I had planned on having a little get together with friends for my birthday for the last few months and my friends have been bugging me about having another get together. So I planned it for my birthday and invited people a month ago so that everyone would have lots of time to make plans. Last week I asked people to let me know for sure who is coming. We were planning a pot luck type deal (because we all LOVE to eat, lol), and I wanted to know who was coming to eat and what they were bringing so that I could figure out what I was going to make and how much food we would have. No one responded. No. one. came. Actually, I had ONE friend who gave me a yes, she would be here. Everyone else just pretty much blew me off. I had one friend tell me a month ago she would try to get a babysitter, then she tells me yesterday that she has to ask her husband if they had anything else planned.. pretty much saying that if they had nothing better to do they would be here. I had another friend who wouldn't come because her husband had to work this weekend. I'm assuming this means that she can not do anything without her ass being glued to her husband. I had other friends that said they would TRY to come, but no one could give me a definite answer. All of my friends know about the hard time I'm going through right now with my husband... and they knew how hurt I was about what happened on my birthday. I spent all weekend cleaning the house, trying to get everything ready. Still. No. One. Came. ... I finally decided to just cancel it this morning, and spent the day with my mom and the kids, whoooppeee... I guess I'm more or less hurt because I just needed time with friends, and some laughter, but no one was there for me. I already feel like no one in this family gives a shit and this just made it ten times worse. Maybe I'm just being a cry baby and feeling sorry for myself. I don't know. I just give up on friends. I had ONE friend who had a good excuse; a death in the family... and one friend who was going to come, and who always comes to everything. I had a party in October when I graduated from fuckin college and only two fuckin friends showed up, including the one who always comes. It's funny. I've known this girl since 4th grade.We have never been super close or "best friends" but yet, she always makes time for me. That means something to me.
So here I am, at 12:18 am, drinking my sorrows away. I should be with friends, laughing my ass off right now, but I'm not. I'm stuck here watching my husband snore on the couch and the cat chase around a nail throughout the house.
That's been my waste of a week in the life of Madam Sarcasm. A waste of time, a waste of effort, and a waste of caring. Only other thing I've been working on is the new blog/facebook page/google + page for my my mom and I's new crafting business. I have the blog set up, I'm just not sure I like it. I'm still going to work on it. I will post the info here once everything is done. At least I can spend this week relaxing a little bit and trying to work on making some new jewelry and getting everything up and running.
I've really not been my sarcastic self lately. If you are a regular reader, you will understand why. If not, go back and read through the archives and it will all make sense.