One of those life lessons.
Sometimes I really miss having my mom around for advice. I try to remember the times in the past she gave me really good advice, or helped me learn something.
I'll never forget this one moment from the summer of 2003, right after I graduated and right before I left for college. Audrey, one of my best friends at the time, was having a pool party to celebrate her birthday and Bobby was supposed to come with me. He had been a bit flaky lately, and it frustrated me because I was about to leave for college and saw this summer as opportunity to have as much time together as possible, since we planned to stay together while I was gone and I would be without a car. Well, he showed up quite grumpy and made me drive my mom's car while he drove in his, "just in case he had to leave early." We went to the party and he was completely anti-social, didn't want to swim, gave me the cold shoulder, etc. It was definitely the lower time in our relationship, he never acted that way prior to this time period.
Well, needless to say, we got in a big fight and he left the party, and I went home in complete tears. My mom pulled me into her lap and I told her all about it. She told me Bobby was probably withdrawing because I was leaving and he was upset, and she was right. I told her I was upset about more than just Bobby, because I felt really bad that I didn't have a good time at her party both Audrey and I's sake, and I had to leave early. I felt really, really guilty. She told me she would hold me as long as it took for me to get the crying out of my system, and then to go to the bathroom to freshen my makeup, and go straight back and apologize to Audrey and ask her to blow it off along with me so that we could have a good time. And that if I didn't do it, it would be hard for Bobby to miss out on the fun-loving, independent, good friend that I am.
And I did just that, and I enjoyed myself immensely.
There's not really a particular reason I thought of this, but I sure am glad I did. It pertains to who I've been trying to maintain lately, and it sure seems to be working out for me.
And for those of you who might assume it's about Alex, it's definitely not. I would never, ever go back to him, and we're barely even in each other's lives anymore.
I'll never forget this one moment from the summer of 2003, right after I graduated and right before I left for college. Audrey, one of my best friends at the time, was having a pool party to celebrate her birthday and Bobby was supposed to come with me. He had been a bit flaky lately, and it frustrated me because I was about to leave for college and saw this summer as opportunity to have as much time together as possible, since we planned to stay together while I was gone and I would be without a car. Well, he showed up quite grumpy and made me drive my mom's car while he drove in his, "just in case he had to leave early." We went to the party and he was completely anti-social, didn't want to swim, gave me the cold shoulder, etc. It was definitely the lower time in our relationship, he never acted that way prior to this time period.
Well, needless to say, we got in a big fight and he left the party, and I went home in complete tears. My mom pulled me into her lap and I told her all about it. She told me Bobby was probably withdrawing because I was leaving and he was upset, and she was right. I told her I was upset about more than just Bobby, because I felt really bad that I didn't have a good time at her party both Audrey and I's sake, and I had to leave early. I felt really, really guilty. She told me she would hold me as long as it took for me to get the crying out of my system, and then to go to the bathroom to freshen my makeup, and go straight back and apologize to Audrey and ask her to blow it off along with me so that we could have a good time. And that if I didn't do it, it would be hard for Bobby to miss out on the fun-loving, independent, good friend that I am.
And I did just that, and I enjoyed myself immensely.
There's not really a particular reason I thought of this, but I sure am glad I did. It pertains to who I've been trying to maintain lately, and it sure seems to be working out for me.
And for those of you who might assume it's about Alex, it's definitely not. I would never, ever go back to him, and we're barely even in each other's lives anymore.