Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Year's Worth of Pent Up Aggression

BFF had decided to come over for a minute, and had to ask what her apartment number was.  She sighed and texted it to her.  How could she call herself her best friend and still not know where she lived after a year?

If there was anything BFF did well, it was make herself the victim. That's what she proceeded to do for 3 hours.  It was the most time she'd ever spent at her apartment.

Amongst all their drama, the Improv troupe was breaking up.  Mostly just with the Troupe leader, but either way it made for some awkward drama. 

At the end of the conversation, BFF was trying to play the victim...and it was time that she didn't get away with it.

She told her how much it had hurt her.  How she had lost her husband and her best friend all in the same year.  She had just disappeared.

"It just seemed like you had people, you didn't need me." BFF said, tears in her eyes.

"I didn't have any other choice did I?  You left me no other choice."

The conversation kept spiraling around issues, things that happened a year ago until just a few short weeks ago. 

In the end, BFF thought that things had ended up strained by on a right path.

The next morning, she woke up furious and angry with how everything had gone.  Their friendship was essentially over.