I'm not entirely certan this even belongs here, but it seems to be the best place considering the parties involved.
My best friend and my husband hate each other. Seriously, they do.
Best friend Leslie has been divorced twice before the age of 30. She was horrifically abused by her father, and ignored by her mother as a child. She was raped by her husband before they separated, and her children now have absolutely no respect for her, calling her the most vile names. She's just a little bit what you might call jaded. But on the other hand, she trash talks my husband Sheldon very single time we talk. She has an image of him stuck in her head that she just can't seem to allow for growth and change. Her advice for me is to kick his sorry tail to the curb and live like she does -- free of her kids, of responsibility, of any direction or any connection whatsoever with any caring person. But she loves me fiercely. She always understands the emotional crap I carry, and I can tell her anything. ANYthing. and she loves me unconditionally.
Sheldon on the other hand, hates her for her spiteful words about him. To him, she's a harpy, a bad mother, mentally unstable, a selfish so-and-so. Just this morning he was trashing her again to me, and going on about how he feels so belittled when I'm constantly having to defend him to her. He doesn't like how I'm put into that position every time I talk to Leslie.
I said two things to him. "At least I AM defending you. And you're doing precisely the same thing she is. I'm always defending her to you."
I hate being in this position. Defending the two people who mean the most to me, against each other.
My best friend and my husband hate each other. Seriously, they do.
Best friend Leslie has been divorced twice before the age of 30. She was horrifically abused by her father, and ignored by her mother as a child. She was raped by her husband before they separated, and her children now have absolutely no respect for her, calling her the most vile names. She's just a little bit what you might call jaded. But on the other hand, she trash talks my husband Sheldon very single time we talk. She has an image of him stuck in her head that she just can't seem to allow for growth and change. Her advice for me is to kick his sorry tail to the curb and live like she does -- free of her kids, of responsibility, of any direction or any connection whatsoever with any caring person. But she loves me fiercely. She always understands the emotional crap I carry, and I can tell her anything. ANYthing. and she loves me unconditionally.
Sheldon on the other hand, hates her for her spiteful words about him. To him, she's a harpy, a bad mother, mentally unstable, a selfish so-and-so. Just this morning he was trashing her again to me, and going on about how he feels so belittled when I'm constantly having to defend him to her. He doesn't like how I'm put into that position every time I talk to Leslie.
I said two things to him. "At least I AM defending you. And you're doing precisely the same thing she is. I'm always defending her to you."
I hate being in this position. Defending the two people who mean the most to me, against each other.