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Originally Posted by divine1966
I don’t think it’s cynical at all. I think it’s just being reasonably cautious. It’s always recommended to meet people on a neutral territory in a public place at a day time. Sure it’s mainly meant for a romantic date but it’s not that different if it’s friendship situation. Not only she could be unstable (which she turned out to be) but her husband and roommate could be drunks or on drugs or criminally insane and who knows what else. Sadly people cannot be trusted until you really know them
It’s realistic of you to expect her to behave like normal people would. Of course there’s nothing wrong with your expectations. But clearly it’s not what happened. She was skillful in her portraying herself as a decent person. Clearly she is not
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Good point, divine. When she had offered to let me stay at her house, I should have declined in hindsight and stayed in a hotel. I guess, the benefit of my experience is that I caught a glimpse of her true nature -- dismissive, supercilious, is never at fault, exploitive, passive aggressive, emotionally needy, manipulative and a cat hoarder. So, I saved myself time?
If I'd stayed in a hotel, I may not have seen that side of her personality yet - albeit I would have seen the state of the house which would have set my red flag meter off.
I keep thinking about the state of her house. She's from the city she recently moved back to a couple months ago, yet her furniture was from a second hand store, soaked of cat piss, no lights (not sure if that's b/c she had no A/C in her bungalow) as there was no evidence of window A/C or central A/C , or why she left her dishwasher open with the lower tray pulled out full of dirty dishes. No TV or computer visible. No clocks visible. Just cats, cat piss, cat food and cat poop on the floor.
I also regret sharing the personal information about myself, that I did, with her. Because, now I wonder if all the personal information that she shared with me was just lies to emotionally manipulate me? I'll never know the truth, of course. I blocked her on my phone and social media. She was very skillful in her portrayal of a decent person. Now I wonder if it was entirely an act. She also said she was an only child. I looked up her family online and she has a step sister. So, she's a liar in that real sense.
And, the fact that I left my shirt soaked in cat pee behind by mistake. I wish I had recorded audio of that crazy experience. I feel like no one would believe me were I to tell people about that experience. What if that whole day was a giant 'put on' at my expense? Now I'm being paranoid. I don't know what's real about her, or that situation; except that I was genuinely emotionally terrified of her. And it takes a lot for me to feel that way about someone.
It would have been one thing, if she'd only argued with her mom on the phone once, and then ignored her mom's calls the rest of the day and we went site seeing or did something normal like that. But the fact that she continued to take calls from her mom and blatantly ignore me for hours, and then when I was leaving, put her husband and roomate on speaker phone while she yelled at me. That part...was bizarre.
Telling me, "Why didn't you just leave earlier?" also was a bizarre response. The sarcastic, "You slammed the door too hard and hurt my cat's feelings!" From a 52 year old woman. Words spoken from someone who has no emotional investment in this friendship. Like, she was detached from reality. Maybe she's surrounded by so many sycophants and her "friends" are really just social parasites or acquaintances who have also witnessed what I did and look past it, because of some social or professional benefit she provides for them. But I couldn't do that. I'm not a sycophant. I was genuinely being nice and thought flying there to hang out was going to be a fun new-friend weekend experience.
She betrayed my trust, was disrespectful and insensitive to the fact that my mom died 3 months ago while she screamed at her mom on her phone for multiple hours. I'd give anything to speak to my mom on the phone again. All I have are a handful of saved voicemails of my mom's 81 year old dementia-laiden voice. And, she didn't even apologize or seem to care that she hurt my feelings at all. Which makes me think, in the end, my friendship and my feelings never really mattered in the first place.