My family moved to Georgia around 1990. I was in the 4th grade and I didn’t know anybody. Then I met this girl in my class that nobody else liked. I just wanted to be nice and it turned out she was nice too. (It wasn’t exactly Grover Goes to School or anything but it was kinda like that…)
ANYWAYS – We became the best of friends. We had the same interests and had fun ALL the time. We made other friends and lost some of them along the way but me and her were inseparable! Like, besties for life! Or so we thought…
High school came like a beast. We lost some middle school friends (thanks, Centennial High) but we were determined to make new ones – which I did. We started to drift apart some but not a whole lot. We always found our way back to each other. All my other friends NEVER meant more to me than her. I used to tell her that all the time but (I guess) she never believed me. She used to talk about committing suicide (cryforhelp much???) and me and my sister put up with it. I remember one time we were smoking in her bathroom and she was talking about killing herself because no one liked her, she wasn’t pretty enough, she was overweight, blah blah blah and I was so fed up that I handed her a razor blade and said, “If you want to do it so badly, here you go! Shut up already!” Probably not the best thing to do but it shut her up (for a while, at least). But we were still BFFs (before there were BFFs) and I told myself that we would really, truthfully be friends forever. Seriously. Right? Nope.
With high school comes boys, new friends, old friends, revelations, cattiness, fights and in my case, racism and ignorance. I dealt with a lot of ignorant rednecks at my high school and didn’t have a lot of friends as a result. But I knew that my friends were true to the end. I still talk to a lot of them, actually.
But anyways – we dressed in all black, listened to this guy and dyed our hair, put X’s on our foreheads like this guy (on occasion) and blah blah blah – typical high school stuff, right? We also had a lot of guy friends – who happened to like us. A lot, I guess. And me being a Libra, I LOVE everyone. And me having my Dad’s drive (I guess you could say), I had crushes on everyone as well. Some guys were off limits, though. I could respect that. No problem.
Then, this new guy came into town and that’s basically when everything started to change. Friends slowly became enemies. I was also “seeing” an old friend. We hooked up randomly (and throughout the summer of ’98) but we made it clear that we weren’t serious. We WEREN’T serious. But he kept getting jealous whenever I talked to other guys. He didn’t like the new guy. But I did. A LOT. I put a lot on the line to be the new guy’s GF and I ended up losing the friendship of 1 family member and 6 of the best friends I’ve ever had but I didn’t care (and still don’t care). And they used to get mad when they saw us together because before new guy was all like this, he was more like this and we couldn’t be happier.
So, me and my bestie were over. Finished. Done. And I could live with it because it was her decision, not mine. I tried but she wouldn’t let me. The last thing I ever wanted to do was get rid of her as a friend. She really was the best (girl) friend I ever had for that long, through thick and thin – or so I thought.
That was 1998. Monday, June 1, 2009, I get a FB message from HER.
Out of nowhere. WTF?
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