Okay, so as most of you know, I'm a LARPer. I love LARP. I literally had nothing to live for there for a while, and LARP pulled me out of the fire. It was a group of people that helped me become okay with who I
was. Not who everyone wanted me to be. It made me okay in my skin, it made me think that I had a group of like minded friends who would support me through castle sieges and moving houses, in and out of game. It saved my life.
Cue me, ten years later, still playing with the same group. There hasn't been any animosity, we're a community who lifts each other up. That's what we do. We support each other.
Well, in the past, Anne and I have been friends. I touch her fuzzy butt (she played an animal style character) and she and I talk. Only ever at game and once or twice outside it. She brings her new friend, Becca to LARP about three years ago. I meet Becca, she seems nice, but she's got her own opinions about things, and that's cool.
Becca and I have butted heads before in the past, over little things like Kaitlyn Jenner not deserving the Woman of the Year award. (I still don't think she, or he, whatever they want to be called now, deserved it, there were far more deserving women) Among other things, I have seizures, and Becca made a point to let me know that 'Naturally, a person would only experience one or two seizures in a lifetime. You're not taking care of yourself, and should look into a doctor for help.'....... How do you explain my grandma, who is literally on medication because she has so many seizures? Or epileptics? *deep breath, calm down Midi, we'll get there*
So anyways, I got a new boyfriend. He's clingy and has anger issues and trust issues, yes, but everyone is at one point or another, and his last girlfriend was shit, and I'm helping him through that. I'm a big girl and I know what I can and cannot handle. Anne and Becca don't though.
They've been telling people that I'm an asshole, because Boy lives a whole state away and it takes me two hours to see him one way. I work so to spend time together Boy comes up here for a week and a weekend, and then I go to his house for a weekend, and stay home for a week. He has separation anxiety and is codependent, so when I'm not there he freaks. It's normal, he's got trust issues again.
Becca and Anne went so far as to tell him that it was my fault, that I didn't treat him right, and that by isolating him up here with me, I'm making
him codependent and forcing him to leave his family and friends to be with me.What?
So fast forward about seven months, to where they are now telling people that Boy is abusive and that I shouldn't be with him. He's had anger outbursts, yelling at me, but never hitting or touching me, and always relenting when I stand my ground. But they just see that he's suicidal and angry and assume it's my fault for fanning the flames and also I'm a victim because he's manipulative. We're both manipulative, and we're just a crash waiting to happen.
These girls have only ever seen us four times a year together. Four times a year.
They don't see us behind the scenes, only in high stress situations where I'm running a three day game that doesn't stop from Friday to Sunday, and where Boy literally can't stop me from working those three days. High af stress.
Then Boy meets Braedon, who is one of my best guy friends and has red hair and is amazing.
Braedon and I flirted for like eight years, kissed a few times, Braedon asked me out, I said no because I was at a point in my life I wanted to focus on other things.
Anne and Becca tell Boy that Braedon and I used to have sex, that I was in love with him, that I wanted him bad and he left me, and that I would leave Boy for him in a heart beat, but Braedon wasn't down for that shit. So Braedon made a point to tell Boy the truth, and Anne and Becca got mad because that's what they thought happened, but they didn't like that I called them on it.
So now, any time I post anything on FB, they comment on it. And they like to make sure I know how dumb I am and how much I need to grow up.
Just a few things they've said.
But the straw that broke this camel's back was when my good friend Ariana asked to borrow my recent litter of kittens. Kittens I didn't know were on the way until it was too late.
They went to her status, scrolled down to the comments on that status, found my comment string, looked at it, and then posted this.
And I don't know what to do. I blocked them, I've taken them off of everything. I'm just so done, and I don't want to LARP anymore because I'm nervous they'll be there and honey, I'm not going to throw shade. I'm going to throw punches.
I'm done. I'm super done, and I don't know how to end this so that I can still LARP and not be near them.