You know, in that parallel universe where you actually REALIZE how much you suck, I was quite happy.
I quit my job a few days ago. Justine was mad at my family yet again, and Kellie... well, I guess she is just better friends with Justine now. At any rate, they teamed up to get me fired.
They wrote me up for the day I went home sick, and told Carl that I kept getting down from the chair in the middle of my shifts. I have never done that nor will I ever. I have a very serious job, and sick or not, I have to wait until my fifteen minutes are up to deal with my issues.
They also wrote me up for missing a scheduled cleaning day. Under normal circumstances, I would understand, but I told them I wasn't coming in early again. Why? Because I came in early for swimming lessons two days in a row and no one bothered to show up. They said it was fine, because Justine didn't show up for cleaning either, but they wrote me up anyway (without telling me about it.) Justine, however, did not get written up for missing cleaning... just me.
Yes, it sucks. Am I upset about it? Very. I liked my job... I took pride in it. But am I going to cry and act like a two-year-old over it? No. As the saying goes, "Life sucks, wear a helmet." Things like this happen, and you can only pick yourself back up and try to learn something from it.
I've learned that friends, and even family, can let you down. It hurts, the downfall as much as the letting go, but it just reminds us of who we are and who we want to be. Kellie was family, and my very best friend, but I don't want her in my life. Not for what she did, but for the fact that she was capable of it in the first place.
We had some good times. There are memories that I will always adore. I won't regret being close to them, even though it feels like I should, because they were a part of my life, regardless of how. Denying them would be like denying a piece of myself, and I won't do that. I know who I am, and I'm not ashamed of it.