Sometimes in life, there are good-byes
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One of the hardest things someone (even for me) is say good-bye and forget what there friendship was like. When I went to Washington state for my pregnancy I had no intention to leave Washington with any friends. I just wanted to be there for my pregnancy and birth of my son and get back to Dallas, Texas. But I felt like once I went to Stadium High School, I needed friends, just long enough to make it out of the school year and get threw everything.
Well shortly before I went into the hospital for premature labor, I met what was my best friend. We always hung out at school, met in the halls, even if it caused us to be late and I had final told her that I was pregnant. The day before I asked for her number, I went into premature labor and didn't get a chance to tell everyone good-bye, and thanks for supporting me threw my pregnancy. I went into the hospital with little friends and tons of support from my parents.
After I had my son and David (husband) had left Washington to go back to Texas for work, I got into contact with my 'best' friend from another so called friend. Me and my friend dumped the so called friend and began our friendship together. I had tooken her to the NICU/ICN were my son was being held till I could bring him home in better health. She and I would go almost every week (as for I would go everyday to see my son! I couldn't miss a single day!) to see him and take pictures, till the day he came home is when we really got closer. She always told me stories about her neice and how much she missed her because her older sister ripped her away from her.
The first day daniel ever came home for the first time, she stayed the night with me. It was great having her over all the time, speanding time with her and most of all, having her support.
But one thing I noiced was she was bossy on what I need to do for my own son. I don't mind people giving me pointers and hints, but tell me what to do is another. But it came time for me to move back to Texas (for as long as I was in Washington, I wanted to go back home. My only real home.) I moved and she became distance from me, which I understood but there was one thing that got to me the most, I had moved again from another wonderful friend. I left one at Fort Hood then in Dallas, which he just stop calling and hanging out once I moved here. But anyways, I started noicing one tiny thing... all she wanted was to be with me.
That was fine, but she always talked about how bad fer family was, how much she wanted to runaway and come with me. I loved the thought but I was getting my marriage started with my husband and I needed to get my life started, I was still trying to graduate from High school (which I did back in April!) and raise my only child. Me and my husband were talking about having another and if wanted too, we didn't need roomates, and she was just taking a toll on my emotions and health.
Shortly after moving out of my moms, boy problems. Not just the normal break up and puppy love. The stupid boy problems. Her current(?) boyfriend looks a fucking drugie from hell and is using her. She belived anything he would tell her and he would use her money to get himself stuff. The frist time they 'dated', they talked threw text messaging and never called one another. Then after they broke up, he went crazy on her. One day he was loveable the next he claimed he was going to kill himself and the next her was pissed off for no reason, and this went on for two months? Then came the time she dated him again but this time.. she met him.
As far as I know now, shes becoming worse than any other girl I know. In any heat of the moment with any guy, she spreads her legs wide open and then calls me and tells that she made a HUGE mistake. What-ever, you knew what you were doing. I final had it out on her, and now I feel better not having her hang out me with her problems. My health is becoming worse and I needed to lose weight so I caould feel better about myself and get everything in my life back to normal.
I know I have left alot out, but it's for thebest. I feel used my many friends but once I dump them, I relize what I need to do with my next friendship. I don't regret making friends with this preson, but I do regret how I ended things. But there are things in life we have to get over to move on.. and that's what I am doing. Good-bye friend.
One of the hardest things someone (even for me) is say good-bye and forget what there friendship was like. When I went to Washington state for my pregnancy I had no intention to leave Washington with any friends. I just wanted to be there for my pregnancy and birth of my son and get back to Dallas, Texas. But I felt like once I went to Stadium High School, I needed friends, just long enough to make it out of the school year and get threw everything.
Well shortly before I went into the hospital for premature labor, I met what was my best friend. We always hung out at school, met in the halls, even if it caused us to be late and I had final told her that I was pregnant. The day before I asked for her number, I went into premature labor and didn't get a chance to tell everyone good-bye, and thanks for supporting me threw my pregnancy. I went into the hospital with little friends and tons of support from my parents.
After I had my son and David (husband) had left Washington to go back to Texas for work, I got into contact with my 'best' friend from another so called friend. Me and my friend dumped the so called friend and began our friendship together. I had tooken her to the NICU/ICN were my son was being held till I could bring him home in better health. She and I would go almost every week (as for I would go everyday to see my son! I couldn't miss a single day!) to see him and take pictures, till the day he came home is when we really got closer. She always told me stories about her neice and how much she missed her because her older sister ripped her away from her.
The first day daniel ever came home for the first time, she stayed the night with me. It was great having her over all the time, speanding time with her and most of all, having her support.
But one thing I noiced was she was bossy on what I need to do for my own son. I don't mind people giving me pointers and hints, but tell me what to do is another. But it came time for me to move back to Texas (for as long as I was in Washington, I wanted to go back home. My only real home.) I moved and she became distance from me, which I understood but there was one thing that got to me the most, I had moved again from another wonderful friend. I left one at Fort Hood then in Dallas, which he just stop calling and hanging out once I moved here. But anyways, I started noicing one tiny thing... all she wanted was to be with me.
That was fine, but she always talked about how bad fer family was, how much she wanted to runaway and come with me. I loved the thought but I was getting my marriage started with my husband and I needed to get my life started, I was still trying to graduate from High school (which I did back in April!) and raise my only child. Me and my husband were talking about having another and if wanted too, we didn't need roomates, and she was just taking a toll on my emotions and health.
Shortly after moving out of my moms, boy problems. Not just the normal break up and puppy love. The stupid boy problems. Her current(?) boyfriend looks a fucking drugie from hell and is using her. She belived anything he would tell her and he would use her money to get himself stuff. The frist time they 'dated', they talked threw text messaging and never called one another. Then after they broke up, he went crazy on her. One day he was loveable the next he claimed he was going to kill himself and the next her was pissed off for no reason, and this went on for two months? Then came the time she dated him again but this time.. she met him.
As far as I know now, shes becoming worse than any other girl I know. In any heat of the moment with any guy, she spreads her legs wide open and then calls me and tells that she made a HUGE mistake. What-ever, you knew what you were doing. I final had it out on her, and now I feel better not having her hang out me with her problems. My health is becoming worse and I needed to lose weight so I caould feel better about myself and get everything in my life back to normal.
I know I have left alot out, but it's for thebest. I feel used my many friends but once I dump them, I relize what I need to do with my next friendship. I don't regret making friends with this preson, but I do regret how I ended things. But there are things in life we have to get over to move on.. and that's what I am doing. Good-bye friend.