Sometimes I find myself remembering her.
An ex-best friend gave me this as a birthday present. It was supposed to symbolize the endless circle of friendship. She was one of the greatest sources of strength for me when I first found myself alone after my divorce. She was like a sister. I sat inches from her feet as her baby came in to the world. But she took advantage of my kindness and the circle was broken. We fell out over money, of all things. She needed to borrow a large sum and she knew I had a little money stashed away in savings. She also knew it was all I had to my name but I loved her like family and trusted her and lent it to her with the promise of paying me back. Slowly, she claimed near bankruptcy and deep depression and distanced herself from me. She absolutely knew of my hardships as a single mother raising 2 kids and yet, whenever I saw her, she always had her hair and nails perfectly done and a refrigerator full of food. She made endless promises to repay me in small installments. She never did. After a while it was no longer about the money; it was a matter of respect and moral fiber. I was hurt that she cared more about herself than honoring me as a friend and kind human being. Eventually, she stopped calling me altogether. Every now and then, I wonder how she is able to look at herself in the mirror. Every now and then I wonder if her conscience got the best of her and I’ll find a check in the mail. I’ve moved on to an amazing new life but still….sometimes I find myself remembering her.
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