I was called a bully after the meeting this morning! By a friend! I brushed it off at the time but when I told SuperK about it later she was outraged. After looking up the definition I can see why. It's a descriptor that carries a lot of weight. I know my friend was trying to be funny, flip, edgy, but it missed the mark by a wide margin. It's kind of like calling someone a liar. It's hard to be funny when you're calling someone a liar irregardless of your intent. I can call myself a liar but if you do it it's best to have caught me lying or about to lie or having just finished telling a lie. There's a lot of weight and momentum behind the term.
There is a backstory. This is the married man who spends a lot of time socializing with single women. Attractive single women. Single women who are younger than he is or a lot younger than he is. Often young, attractive, single women who are new to recovery. He does this with the knowledge of his wife - which is problematic on a whole different plane, suggesting some flaws in his marriage - and it's something he brings up nearly every single time we talk at length, which indicates to me that he knows he's behaving poorly or he doesn't know that he is but suspects so on a subconscious level. He does not talk about socializing with his wife.
While he's still my friend this topic has ended. I will not discuss this topic with him henceforth and forever more. I have taken a vow of silence. When contacted for this article the office of Little Stevie Seaweed declined to comment. SuperK, incensed, has suggested that I indicate that I don't wish to bully him anymore. Use his own words and see how he takes it. I likely will not go this far - it's not really my style - but I'm done discussing his dalliances and dates, whether his spouse knows about it or not.
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