Long post so I’m sorry but I’d really like some outside perspective.

I’m a dude with a friend who is now a single mother of 2 kids (ages 6 and 8) who got divorced last year and this past weekend moved into their own apartment where the 3 of them could live in peace. However the move day was made more difficult by her constant bullshit.

Day started early. I got a uhual around 7 am and got to her place only to see she had barely started packing. To help her, I take some boxes and start putting clothes into them. She asks me to “be careful”. As I continue to box her clothes, she comes over and tells me to stop. She says to organize the clothes by color and brand. I argued that she and her kids has a TON of clothes. She pleads with me to do it her way so I redo the boxes.

As I load the boxes into the truck, she asks me for a quick favor. She asks me to give her aunt a ride to church as her elderly aunt doesn’t drive. She says it should only take 20 minutes and she’ll continue to load the truck herself. I go and take her aunt to church and come back to see nothing has been loaded. I go inside and find my friend on the phone chatting it up and boxing up a single box. She said she had to feed her kids and that her mom called to check up on the move so she was too busy to load the truck up.

I fill the truck up and drive it to her new place while she continues to pack at the old place. I unload everything into her new apartment (she has loaned me the key) which takes me about an hour and I head back. Unfortunately she has barely packed anything. She claims her stomach was hurting so she needed to take a break. I continue to help her back and load up the truck for the next trip. She then says she needs to run to her mom’s house quickly and asks me to continue. I ask what’s going on and she said she has no time to explain and will explain later. She leaves but leaves her kids with me. Now trying to pack up all her random crap while babysitting her kids was hell. The kids are on their iPads and won’t stop arguing with each other or asking me random things such as how’s the new place or when mom is coming back. I take apart the bed frame alone and load up the truck. It’s almost 6 pm now and she’s been at her moms for almost 1.5 hours and I’m exhausted and starving the say the least.

I tell her that I’m gonna get some food real quick and if she could come back to watch her kids. She begs me to wait for her. I wait 30 minutes. No sign of her. Call her. No answer. I wait 10 minutes. No sign of her. Text her. No answer. I threaten to leave the kids alone and she finally texts me to “relax”. And that she’s driving back. 20 minutes later there’s still no sign of her so I tell the kids to wait here as I was gonna go to the McDonald’s at the corner for some food and would bring them back a happy meal.

As I drive to the McDonald’s I see my friend in her car talking on the phone while parked about 300 yards down the street. I get food and come back. I ask her where she’s at and she says “I’m almost there.” I call her out and say I saw her sitting in her car down the street. She denies this but I say her car is very distinguishable and I know it was her. I tell her to just meet at the new place. I take her kids and the truck to the new place and unload everything alone. I text her where she’s and she says she’ll be right there. 3 hours go by and it’s nearly midnight. The kids have fallen asleep and I’m waiting there with the empty truck now. She finally shows up at 12:15 am and ask what else needs to be done?

“Nothing. I did it all already your majesty.” I say in a very sarcastic tone. She gives me a rolling eyes look. I ask her where she’s been and she says she got into a heated argument with her ex husband. I tell her I’ve been waiting for her and would like to go home now. She says she’s sorry but everything that happened today was an accident and not her fault. We go inside and she starts complaining how messy her new place is.

“You could’ve take this extra time to organize things a bit better rather than just places boxes and things everywhere. Look. You put hygiene items on the kitchen counter. There’s boxes of clothes in the living room.” She argues. I counter argue that I left it that way cause it’s her job to organize it.

“For reals? You’re gonna fight with me now? We still need to go back and clean up the old place before the landlord comes to inspect it in the morning.” She says. I literally throw my hands up and don’t say another word and walk out the door. She never attempts to stop me or say thank you or admit she was abusive.

All I wanted to do the whole drive home was to tell her off but I fought off every urge to do so. We haven’t spoken since and it’ll probably stay that way.