Busted

So, yesterday was fun. I got home from work and fairly quickly got chastised by my host Mom for "gossiping" with my only fucking friend in The Ciudad. Hateful gossip is a fucking Tico specialty, a past time par excelence. And I'm the one who gets nabbed. For telling my one friend in The Ciudad something that's not really a secret and definitely wasn't mean. God I love this country.

Fucking pride. What happended: My host mom shared with me two stories about a new client of hers. (which is normal, because we live in the same house and we both talk about work stuff with one another.) The client happens to be an executive at my firm. One "secret" involved a training technique (which I love) that my host mom uses in her work with clients (basically roping in anyone who is nearby to help out in simulations--kids, cousins, drivers, workmen, whatever). The other was the news that the executive had asked my host mom to develop a training for my firm. I was excited about both, and proud of my host Mom, and in a moment of weakness (after two beers) let these stories slip to my only good friend here. My friend happened to be having dinner with that very same executive this past weekend, and apparently mentioned the two pieces of gossip over dinner. When the executive asked curtly where she got the information, she panicked and said, Deb lives with your trainer and she told me. Which makes both me and my host mom look like conniving bi-otches. The executive then mentioned the incident, in an I'm-expressing-my-displeasure-and-not-letting-you-explain-yourself tone, to my host mom during her appointment yesterday morning. The client/executive's trust of my host mom and me is now shattered. Which is incredibly unfortunate because we both like and respect the executive very much. This could potentially jeopardize my host Mom's buisness in this small town. So I feel awful.

And now my relationship with my host mom is on the rocks. She gave me a good (not underserved) talking-to yesterday about how she had let me into her inner circle and trusted me with her family and their secrets and had spent all yesterday afternoon worried that I had spread those other, very personal, secrets around town(which I would never do). This made me pretty much feel like crap. Because this was in very large part my fault. And I accept that. But COME ON GOD, I have ONE FRIGGING FRIEND in the Ciudad, and now I can't trust her either (she, incidentally, hasn't said boo to me about the incident...no heads-up...nothing.). And the town is so small this one blunder now affects my personal and professional life. To make matters more fun, after the discussion we ate dinner and after that, my host Mom went straight to her bedroom so she didn't have to talk to me the rest of the night. Tico conflict resolution. Great. So now, I'm back to being an island of one. No close friends, no one I can trust. I really hate this place.

Thank God I'm leaving for Boston and good friends on Saturday.