Comments on: With Enemies Like This, Who Needs Friends?

By: Coco

Coco — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 05:33:33 +0000

I am so happy to say I got voted off Total Drama Island some years ago, after my very own Jody experience. I’ve never been back and I never intend to.

Queen Bees are such emotional vampires. It’s always best to stake them and escape quickly while they melt.

I’m kidding.

Mostly.

By: Jack

Jack — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 17:46:31 +0000

Another reason why I am happy to be male.

By: Aurora

Aurora — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:28:20 +0000

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! After getting “shafted” That Bad I actually do need some astro glide lol
Thanks Again!

By: YarMatey

YarMatey — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:26:56 +0000

I’ve only got one that sort of fits the bill of frenemy. I was/am a total tomboy, and don’t have many girl friends. Too much drama. It’s a great story. My junior year of college I had a fuck buddy, Jim* He was (IS) a really good friend, but he was amazing in The Bed. His ex gf Cathy* was still absolutely in LOVE with him. They were trying to continue to “be friends” though they had broken up 18 months or so prior to he and I “getting involved.” At first I had no beef with Cathy, and she kept making extra special efforts to befriend me. I tolerated her for a couple of weeks, but saw right through her and eventually just gave her the cold shoulder. I didn’t ever trust her farther than I could throw her. Jim and I weren’t exclusive, but we did have a privacy agreement, and Cathy was all up in the business of finding out if we were sleeping together. Well, because Jim didn’t want to put Cathy out of the social circles (something she was quite capable of doing on her own), and because he was afraid she might do something drastic if threw down, he just let her string along. I tried to tell him she was nuts, and urged him to cut her loose, but he couldn’t let go. She would follow me home in her car, she would show up at his work, my work, outside classes, or out with our friends unannounced, she would invite herself along if he and I made plans. She would cry if he wouldn’t pay enough attention to her. She would throw a hissy if he invited me to social outings. Twice she got his roommates to let her in and waited in his room for him to come home from work (he was a bouncer and we were both DJs and worked nights), but then they put the kibosh on that, because she was a whackaloon and creeped them out, so she would wait in her car out front. Sometimes for HOURS. And if he didn’t come home, she would blow up his phone. She would call his MOTHER in the wee hours if she couldn’t get ahold of him, on the guise of being worried because she couldn’t get ahold of him. If she saw us hanging out together on campus, she would latch on, blowing off class to make sure we didn’t have time together. Needless to say most of our friends grew to dislike her, but Jim continued to try to be her friend. Then Jim got a rude awakening one night when she came to my apartment when he didn’t go to his house after a night out with mutual friends. He’d left his car at home and rode with his roommates, and then come home with me. His roommates said she was sitting on their front porch when they got home at about 2:30am, and got royally pissed when a) he wasn’t with them and b) they magically didn’t know where he was. I lived in a ground level apartment across town, it was 3 am, and we were in my room having a lovely time, when we both heard her voice outside my window. Now, it was totally dark, and I had a roommate (a longtime friend who I loved dearly) so we were being respectfully quiet, and she’s out there unobtrusively going “Jim, if you’re in there, I need to talk to you. Matey, if you’re there, will you please answer me, Jim didn’t come home and I’m just worried about him, and I need to know if you know where he is.” etc. etc. Meanwhile, both of our phones (on silent) are getting call after call. No window pounding, no frantic sobs. It was like a psychopath. A stalker, in other words. Jim freaked the fuck out. Then she was knocking on our door, trying the handle (!) and trying to peer into our living room window. All our lights are off, it’s three AM. My roommate, who had heard all my tales of Cathy, had seen her in action and didn’t like her either, quietly knocked on my door, and asked if I wanted her to call the cops. We conferred and decided no, we’d just ignore her and the next day we’d pretend we’d had no idea she was out there. My roommate and I would go out the front together to go to our classes, and if she was out there we’d distract her so Jim could slip away out the back. When my roommate confirmed for Jim that she frequently saw Cathy “staking out” our apartment, he freaked out again. Needless to say, after that he didn’t want to be around her, but wouldn’t tell her why. He was scared of being alone with her, having realized the full magnitude of her crazyness. I am a very laid back person, and had taken the attitude of “she’s your problem, not mine” which is probably why I went so long before intervening, but I finally had enough one night a few weeks later when she tried to physically drag his extremely drunk ass out of my car as I was trying to DD him home, hysterically screaming that SHE would make sure he got home and trying to tell him in a not-so-stage-whisper that she didn’t want him to go home with ME. He was telling her no, go away, nunya business, etc, but was slurring and lolling, and not making much impact. I had finally snapped and was telling her to f*ck off, go the f*ck home, leave us the f*ck alone, b*itch, stalker, etc, all the while trying to back out of the parking space. She was grabbing his shirt, his arm, pulling him to keep me from roaring away, and he’s drunkenly pushing her away. When she tried to open the car door and found it locked, she reached in through the window and tried to unlock my car. I, as a tomboy, am very possessive of my car and was already furious, so I was out in a flash, around the car, and before she had found the door lock or handle on the inside, I had her pinned by the throat to the wall of the bar. It was the one and only confrontation between she and I, and one was all it took. No one was injured, but I made my point very clear. I had 5 inches and 75 pounds of muscle on her, so the suggestions of what I would do to her if she didn’t knock the shit off RIGHT F*CKING NOW were enough to convince her that I was not the one with whom to f*ck. (PS, I was friends with the bar owner and he saw pretty much the whole thing, and told me even HE would’ve pissed himself if I’d lost my shit on him like that) After that she never wanted to come near me, and our friends were glad to be shut of her. She made some attempts at trying to keep up the “friendship” with Jim, but he was no longer interested in reciprocating. And the ferocity with which I reacted to her only made things hotter in The Bed for Jim and I. So, he changed his phone number and blocked her emails, and that was that. Now, six years later, we pretty much don’t even acknowledge she existed.

The moral of the story? Bitches be crazy.

*Names changed, natch.

By: Rose

Rose — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:32:49 +0000

Just wanted to put in my input (lol).

I have a girl who was doing that to me! She is a total ho, just so that she can feel better about herself. And one day, I was trying to win my ex-boyfriend back, and she KNEW that, and instead of helping me, she asked him if he thought she was hot, and then continued to curl around him, grab him around his waist, rub his back, and run her hands all over his chest while he was *sitting on her lap*.

Well, you gotta think, the guy must be a douche, right?

He was. That’s why I dumped him after all. HA-HA-HA!

And, as for the girl? I don’t talk to her anymore. I dissed her. Fuck that shit.

I talked to her a while ago and she tried to steal my boyfriend that I have now, too. What a C-U-Next-Tuesday.

By: Toy With Me

Toy With Me — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 23:09:49 +0000

Phew, now that’s a load off. Take that all you beyatch frenemies out there, ya, you know who you are. Ok, onto the winner. I was compelled to pick someone who had worked their sweet little ass off and got shafted in the end. That’s just not cool!

So I’m sending a basket full of lube to “Aurora” Congrats girl!!
Also a huge shout out to Astroglide for this fabulous prize

Aurora please DM or email me with your shipping info, thanks.

By: MFA Mama

MFA Mama — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:42:02 +0000

Ah, frienemies. Every frienemy I’ve had in my adult life has gotten together thanks to the magic of the innernet and started a ZOMGSECRETBLOG and everything. It’s “private,” which is nice since the original URL was my full legal name (I KNOW RIGHT?), but it also means I can’t see what they’re nattering on about. This seems a bit unfair since Sitemeter tells me that they all read my blog faithfully (thanks for the impressions, y’all, my advertisers appreciate it), but y’know I’m over it. Probably it would just jack my blood pressure up and I’m not friends with these women anymore for a REASON. You and I have Twittered about it but the more I think about it the less I understand the pathos of going after someone with torches and pitchforks just because a friendship is (for whatever reason) over.

By: Badass Geek

Badass Geek — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 14:25:42 +0000

I just keep it simple. I don’t have friends. =)

By: Tess

Tess — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 14:08:25 +0000

I have the best Frenemy.
When I first met my hubby, he had a “friends with benefits” thing going on with this girl Mel. They were roommates, sleeping together, and he was head-over-freaking-heels for the girl. They were glued at the hi and absolute best friends. They may as well have been married, except she didn’t like him more than a freind for any more than a “Big O” now and again. Of course I had developed insta-crush but it was pointless because he didn’t know I existed because he was gaga over Mel. A few years later, THE DAY BEFORE I WAS TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE!!! he told me that he regretted that I had never given him a chance.
Fast forward six months when the minutemarriagemistake fell apart and handsome and I finally started dating. Enter Mel. Once he and I were officially “together” she decided she wanted him after all, but by then he wanted me. I was, of course, concerned that she posed a threat to my relationship, so the only solution was to befriend her. (Keep your friends close, enemies closer!)
We both did everything we could to sabotage the other in his eyes. She did manage to break us up once for a couple weeks, but we fixed things, and stuck it out. She wouldn’t even admit defeat when Hubby and I got married, and the tramp was even our Best Man!!!! (In the sluttiest dress she could find, no less)
Now, seven years later, he barely speaks to her, and Thankfully that means I don’t have to either.

By: Dee Stern

Dee Stern — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 13:32:36 +0000

I’ve never been a woman who pathologically hates other women but I can recall similar experiences, particularly in the workplace that -at one point- saw me take medical leave, be referred to a shrink and be handed Prozac. I refused that crap but it did make me wary. I took time off the treadmill and noticed a few patterns out there in the supposedly post feminist world; women are taught to compete, often on a savage level.