One of the best (and worst) qualities about my wonderful husband is the fact that he is a nice guy. He does things for people just because he cares about them. He's also one of those guys who's best friends are literally the friends that he lived next door to when he was 6 and has stayed close to them his entire life. From those two friends he has become friends with other people. His close network of friends probaby extends to 8 buddies who he e-mails regularly, gets together with the local ones, and arranges times to meet online with some of the out of towners so they can play an online version of a computer game they used to play years ago.
Now most of his friends realize that Andre is that "nice guy". He always has been and always will be. Some of them, have taken advantage of Andre's niceness. I've come to realize over the last 5 years we've been together that my wonderful husband was their whipping boy. He was the one they would tease, make fun of. Andre was the one that would drop everything and get together with whomever.
That was until he met me. Like most new relationships we wanted to spend every waking moment together when we first started dating. His buddies did not like that. Andre wasn't available at a moments notice to get together with the guys. He no longer just sat and let them talk down to him, he stood up for himself. They didn't like that he would talk to me first about our schedule before just going off on a guys night.
This brings me to an e-mail that Andre received from a friend of his this week. This friend, we'll call him Bob, is getting married in Hong Kong in July. Before the wedding Bob is travelling back to Canada, meeting his soon to be wife (they live in different countries), having a few celebrations here in Canada. One of these events is a dinner for all the friends in Niagara-on-the-Lake.
Bob e-mailed Andre and asked if he would make the reservations at the restaurant. He did. The restaurant wanted a $100 deposit for the group, a non-refundable deposit. Andre e-mailed him back and said he wasn't going to risk a $100 if the plans fell through. Instead of Bob e-mailing Andre back with his VISA number he sends off a scathing e-mail telling Andre that if he can't afford $100 on his VISA that he shouldn't be thinking of having children. He goes into a tirade about the cost of children, blah, blah, blah.
As usual Andre send back an e-mail detailing why we will not be having children this exact moment. All the while I'm ranting and raving like a crazy person in the background while making our Sunday morning pancake breakfast.
Why should we be responsible for footing the deposit, and having to gather the share of the deposit ($10/person) from everyone whether or not they actually show? My darling husbands friends aren't the most reliable people in the world, what if the plans fall apart at the last moment? After all, this event is still over a month away.
Andre didn't include any of my rant in his e-mail response. He's still the nice guy. Letting them walk all over him.
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