I am seriously fucking sick and tired of my friend’s expectation that I’ll be friends with her wife. I really don’t care for the woman. The more I talk to her, the more she’s just been grating on me. I’ve been silent about it. I firmly believe in order to respect my friend and our relationship, I have to respect that her significant other means the world to her. However, I’ve never believed that should be any reason for me to unconditionally like a person. I may owe them a degree of respect for the part they play in my friend’s life, but I owe them nothing more than that.
I’ve been backing off and talking less in the online group chats we do. I’m really fucking sick of her judging my taste in games and my personal decisions on what I want to spend my recreational time on. Tonight though, I lost it. Over a goddam shitty piece of art some kid posted on a forum we both frequent. It’s a graffiti-tag style of multiple sperm, all shaped like penises, bloodily penetrating an ovum. It’s yet another teenage boy trying to cause a stir with art, then claiming it’s biological reality. I didn’t like it. I honestly got a really creepy assault sort of vibe from the piece. I made the mistake of saying that. I’m apparently just another uncultured idiot who blows the rape whistle when I’m confronted by something I don’t care for personally.
I really don’t think I am, but apparently, I actually am. She’s not the first to say this about me. The entire damn student advocation department of my school tells me I’m too sensitive and I’m the problem. My boss gets on me nearly weekly for being offended by his humor. I guess, if many different people of different genders are telling me, I must be the problem.
In any case, I’m done with her. I love my friend, but I can’t be friendly with her wife. I’m never gonna tell her she’s wrong for loving her because she’s not. I just don’t think she and I need to be friends for their marriage to work.