Why is it that every time I try to talk to my best friend in all the world , I only end up feeling bad? It seems like I do not get to have that relationship that movies portray all the time. I have known her since we were fourteen years old. I knew her husband before that and introduced them. (What a mistake that was.) We have danced around this problem for over half my life... eighteen years.
We never got into that stage of talking about important things. When I have ventured into that realm, I only had my feelings and private venting told to her husband, who afterwards embarrassed me by bringing it up in front of my husband. Needless to say I haven't brought the real me into any conversations. It really seems rather superficial. Why do I call her my best friend? She has always been there when I need her I guess. But I guess she probably would be my oldest friend, but not my best friend. That's kind of sad.
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