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And now they come...

Today has started out on not so great of a note. Since the situation I mentioned yesterday...I have not heard one word from my so called friend. I'm going to use that term very loosely about this woman from now on. She sent me this on Monday at 2:11pm...

"I hate this...
Friday night he asked for my number. We talked the next day for awhile. That night I was out with my brother and friends and ran into him and his friend. We all hung out and we just seem to have a good time together. It seems there is quite an attraction building. He kissed me. I liked it. I am a horrible friend."

That was the last I have heard from her. Today is Wednesday. I had some things in my house that belonged to her. I did not want to be accused of stealing so I packed them into the car to take to her at work. She owns a "doggy daycare" and is always out in the front office. When I showed up...she hid in the back. Well that was just mature of her. I was ticked. I sent her a text saying that she has the balls to disrespect me but doesn't have the balls to face me??? Her response? "I'm not interested in the drama. It's ridiculous" WTF??? Is she kidding me??? She brought this whole situation upon herself and now she isn't interested in it? She hurt me deeply and she isn't interested in it? What the hell kind of friend is that? Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question.

I have not received an apology. I have not received any communication from her since her email other than that last text. I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who was there Friday night and saw exactly how this "friend" was acting. Wendy, my real friend, said that she knew it was hurting me. She also knew that everyone at the table knew how I felt about the guy. Wendy told me that she is not even happy with how both the guy and my "friend" have treated me. Remember...all day Saturday this guy was texting me and telling me to not buy a floral perfume because florals make his eyes water. He also said that if I do get a floral...he will deal with it for me. Ok...how would ya'all take that? Flirting? I know I did. Wendy did also.

This situation has taught me a few somethings. I've learned that just because someone has been your friend for over half of your life does not mean they will never betray you or stab you in the back. At least single friends. Married and in serious relationships? I believe and know they are real and genuine friends. I've learned that trust is so easily broken and in some cases completely shattered. The same for respect. Once respect is lost...how do you ever find it again? Is it possible? Is it possible to trust again after it has been so drastically betrayed? I've learned that when the hormones are raging...logic flies out the window and no matter how bad the things that are done or who gets hurt...the person with the "chemistry" doesn't see any of what they have done to others and really don't care. It has become a truly selfish situation.

After talking to Wendy and her kind words...that is when the tears came. Not a good thing since I am at work. She did have some advice that I know I need to follow. I need to completely forget the "friend". She brought all of this on herself and she will now have to deal with the repercussions of her actions. What goes around comes around. I fully believe in Karma and she just spit in her Karma's eye. I'm not the bad one here. I did nothing wrong but confide in a "friend" who turned out to NOT be a genuine one. You would think that after 26 years I could trust her. Well that didn't turn out so wonderful did it?

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