Today we went to Rachel’s son’s birthday party.
Honestly, I don’t know why I bothered. I assumed the friendship was over, especially when we moved away so I was quite surprised to receive an invitation to the birthday party. I accepted her invitation because we knew a long time in advance about the party and to have not gone would have looked like a snub (we still have several mutual friends). I also knew that as it was a party and it was at her house, there was no chance of her cancelling on us at the last minute.
She said hello and goodbye and pretty much nothing in between. I hadn’t seen her in months. I travelled a fair way to get there. I brought a present, I chatted, smiled, laughed, looked like I was having a good time, the boys had a good time.
We don’t even live in the same village anymore so there isn’t the onus of pretending to be friendly because we are neighbours with children at the same school.
As we were leaving she said, “oh we must arrange to get the boys together again soon, R. really misses William, why don’t you come over during the school break…” I said, “oh, that would be lovely, William really misses R. too, we’d love to come during the school break, thank you so much for a lovely party” *kiss* *kiss*
But it’s all talk. She doesn’t act like a friend and I just don’t want to be reminded of how much she can’t be bothered with us. Harry especially takes it hard when they cancel on us. I want to be honest, but I don’t want to be rude as we still have mutual friends. One half of me hopes she just won’t call, then there is no problem. But I know she will call, we will arrange a playdate and then she will cancel. Again.
We’re grown women and this is ridiculous!
In case you were wondering, I will be honest – hopefully without being rude – when it comes to really declining a future invitation. But I’m sure I could have come up with an outrageous excuse for declining her invitation, were I a little more devious….
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