This is
wearyingly familiar stuff and tracking back in the blog you can piece together
similar stories. What made it slightly different this time was that Carly was in
a meeting at the probation office yesterday and asked me if I could send her
the fare home. The problem was that I was, at that moment, in Reading seeing a
friend and not just in Reading but temporarily stranded in
Reading. On Tuesday I’d been marooned in Portsmouth due to the storm closing
down the rail network, and finally boarded a bus that took me to Victoria Coach
Station from where, via train and taxi, I made it home; Thursday’s problem was
rain flooding the line to Guildford, and while I did get home it required
another diversion to the capital to take a different route. Carly proved very
unwilling to accept this, asking me repeatedly why I couldn’t send her
the money and then why I was away from home for a second time in a week.
As soon as I got back at 10.30 I did, and even offered to give her yet another
lift, but heard nothing. I still had to clear away the Christmas decorations in
the church and set up for the Toddler Group in the morning (our churchwardens
are both indisposed).
I couldn’t send her the money because I am old-fashioned and use a physical key to access my bank account. I don’t see why I should order my financial arrangements around the possibility that someone else may want an emergency transfer while I’m out. Also, I was absent for more than a day in a week because I was on leave. I had explained this already, but Carly couldn’t grasp the relevance of it. I thought of saying ‘What the hell business is it of yours to dictate what I do?’ During an earlier episode of the same sort of thing Ms Formerly Aldgate once fumed ‘These people seem to think they’ve got an absolute right to your money’, and Carly appeared to believe I should put myself in a position always to meet her potential needs, as well. In fact I’m afraid I got very annoyed about it, albeit only to myself.
I know maintaining boundaries is important, but here I am in the same kind of situation as so many times before, with (unlike the Lord) an account of what it is I’m supposed to do or not do that’s so fuzzy it’s barely workable. At least I didn’t have a chance to tell Carly just what I thought, as I would have spoken out of tiredness and bitterness that was nothing to do with her at all.
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