This Here's What They Call The Catch Up

It has been one terrible week. Mysterious car sounds no mechanic can diagnose, a coworker with a jealous wife and an apparant death wish (my fist, your face. Be there), and the heartbreaking and sudden death of a beloved family pet all piled on the emotional highway recently. And....let's face it, we all know that when I get stressed I do stupid things. Make bad decisions. So Saturday I spent the morning doing just that.

Some of you may remember that Saturday, I was supposed to attend TLB's wedding. Thursday I ran into her and the fiance out in town and after that I started thinking. I thought about all the bad things about our relationship. Then I tried to think about the good things...and I couldn't think of one. By Saturday, I was dreading the wedding. I got out of bed thinking that if I just got ready I could will myself to go, but as I stood there, taking hot rollers out of my hair I realized it was over. I wouldn't subject myself to one more ounce of wedding this or marriage that when it came to them. I've spent the last 9 monthes with the overflow bouncing around my brain. I feel bad that it had to happen on that particular day, but I just couldn't do it anymore. I realized there were several other ways to spend the first day of fall, so I chose one, and did just that. It seems harsh now, but I don't think I'm going to regret this "bad decision". I knew a long time ago that the shelf life on this friendship was drawing to an end. I haven't been putting forth much effort lately and besides, what real friendship actually feels like a job? None that I can think of.