Okay... here's the deal....
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So here's the whole situation that's got me semi down now.
Wedding.
My best friends wedding.
My best friend of over 10 years is getting married.
On sunday.
You might ask, what's the big deal about that? You should be happy! BE HAPPY DAMN YOU!!!
And I say to you...
She was supposed to get married next summer, and I was supposed to be her Maid of Honor.
The truth of the matter?
She's getting married this sunday.
Her next door neighbor is the Maid of Honor.
Why the switch you might ask? And why didn't I say anything you might ask again?
Well... she didn't think I'd be home. So she didn't call to tell me that her wedding date changed. She also didn't think to call and at least tell my mother because my mother always knows where I am and how to get ahold of me.
The maid of honor thing?
She forgot. She forgot she made me her Maid of Honor.
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.....
Yeah.
So...
After finding this out last sunday... I moped for about... oohhh... four five days... I went shopping and I feel slightly better now.
I know that what I have to do is go there and enjoy myself and be happy for her. This isn't about me. It's about her. Yes, it hurt like HELL to get that slammed down on me, but I'm not such a horrible person to make a big deal out of it. I've avoided her all this week. I will not make things worse by avoiding her on her very own wedding. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?
*sighs and runs hand through hair*
I have to go.
And I have to put a smile on when I see her next door neighbor go down that isle and stand next to my best friend on one of the most important days of her life. I'm sure if I cry, they'll think it's from happiness and if they ask that's what I'll tell them.
But I have to be good, and I have to smile.
Smile, Liz, smile.
There's nothing else I can do.
.
.
.
.
.
So here's the whole situation that's got me semi down now.
Wedding.
My best friends wedding.
My best friend of over 10 years is getting married.
On sunday.
You might ask, what's the big deal about that? You should be happy! BE HAPPY DAMN YOU!!!
And I say to you...
She was supposed to get married next summer, and I was supposed to be her Maid of Honor.
The truth of the matter?
She's getting married this sunday.
Her next door neighbor is the Maid of Honor.
Why the switch you might ask? And why didn't I say anything you might ask again?
Well... she didn't think I'd be home. So she didn't call to tell me that her wedding date changed. She also didn't think to call and at least tell my mother because my mother always knows where I am and how to get ahold of me.
The maid of honor thing?
She forgot. She forgot she made me her Maid of Honor.
...
.....
Yeah.
So...
After finding this out last sunday... I moped for about... oohhh... four five days... I went shopping and I feel slightly better now.
I know that what I have to do is go there and enjoy myself and be happy for her. This isn't about me. It's about her. Yes, it hurt like HELL to get that slammed down on me, but I'm not such a horrible person to make a big deal out of it. I've avoided her all this week. I will not make things worse by avoiding her on her very own wedding. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?
*sighs and runs hand through hair*
I have to go.
And I have to put a smile on when I see her next door neighbor go down that isle and stand next to my best friend on one of the most important days of her life. I'm sure if I cry, they'll think it's from happiness and if they ask that's what I'll tell them.
But I have to be good, and I have to smile.
Smile, Liz, smile.
There's nothing else I can do.
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.
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