WTF

When my father died at home, it caused a ripple effect for us. There are different people to call and arrangements to be made in this covid-19 world. The day of his funeral. only four people were allowed. We were told that we could live stream it, and in that understanding I neglected to mention it to my friend whom I have discussed here before. I did not do it deliberately. There was so much to do, that I thought of her and then in the haste to remember to have all of the little things to take with us, it slipped me. A few days went by and we were communicating online, but I found her a bit cold. On the third day, i called her and she got back into her old routine with me and the conversation was mainly about her situation. Yesterday she contacted me and made the comment that she had something important to discuss with me. The very tone sounded foreboding. We played a bit of phone tag on Facebook. Finally we spoke, and she started with a whole preamble. We have been friends for many years etc, and she was hurt when I did not tell her about the live streaming. She said that she is so proud of herself for being able to tell me how she felt because usually she would leave something like that alone and say nothing and suffer silently. (Really?!?) I was so stunned by the admission that I decided that I would explain what had happened. However, she seemed hell bent on what she was feeling. I asked her outright, what benefit would I get from lying to her about not being able to tell her about the funeral? I have always been a straight shooter with her, and I said that. I even went further by stating that she knows very well my personality, and that feeling she has of not being told and some sort of ulterior motive is so insane to me. But what this was about when we hung up was her wanting my absolute attention no matter my circumstances. I felt abused by her, so much so that I seriously contemplate whether we should remain friends. How could she do that? What the hell! The irony of all of this is that that day I was having our first full day just coming to terms with all that had happened. I had gone to the funeral home to collect Dad's ashes. The term for it is 'cremains" I think that that is a horrible name. But, anyway, it has been tumultuous. Yet, she believed that she could step to me with her selfishness, proud to do it! WTF.