Greetings, readers. No, my former friend didn’t pass away, but she might as well have. My younger, unnamed neighbor friend and I got into such a horrible argument on Friday, that police had to be called. I won’t go into the details for privacy reasons, but suffice it to say there is no possible way that she and I can continue to be friends. My stress level can’t take it.
I am twenty-three years older than she, and our friendship dynamic was that of an adopted father and daughter. She has some issues that she deals with every day, as we all do. Sometimes though, she has trouble keeping a handle on her emotions and temper. Well… the other day, she snapped the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. Yes, dear readers, it was that bad.
I am still trying to process all the events of Friday afternoon. I do feel as though I am in mourning. I have lost a good friend; the bridge she burned down can never be rebuilt. It’s sad. I have to hold my head up high when I walk in and out of the lobby area, and if she is sitting there, I must walk passed her without any acknowledgement. The texts she sent me were indeed that hurtful.
Well, enough about my gloomy Friday. I just needed to get that off my chest a little. I shall continue to pray for my former friend. On Wednesday, Rebecca will be here, and we’ll have another new blog entry for you.
Until then, have a great weekend, take care, AVOID THE SNOW IF YOU CAN!!!, love one another, and happy reading.