Old friends Die Hard

Last summer, I did a very Mean girl thing and I ditched you. Completely. As time went on, I couldn’t remember why i did what I did and I began to tell myself how unfair it was. You were a decent person, you’ve learned so much since I’ve been away. I finally tried to contact you hoping you would forgive me.

Luckily, you understood and forgave me of my immature behavior and we moved forward almost like we used to be. And after a few times of hanging out it hit me like a ton of bricks why I stopped seeing you so long ago.

I noticed it in my dwindling wallet–the fact that I had a full-time job and you didn’t have anything. When we’d go out, you’d non-chalantly suggest something to eat because we were both scouring the town during dinner time.

I noticed it with my dwindling patience. The fact that you’re a backseat driver–pointing out the fact that the light is red or green, that the person in front of me is slowing down, or (without skipping a beat), telling me to brake from a million miles away. I’ve gone 8 months without getting into a wreck, and in case you didn’t notice, the whole time it was without you in the backseat.

And lastly, I’ve noticed it in the dwindling time I have left to do other things. Listening to you say, “So what do we do next? What store do we go to next?” has begun to grate on my nerves like two rocks rubbing together. I have a husband, and I can’t really afford to spend 9 hours a day with you, shopping and sitting on my ass. When I tell you that I have to clean out the car, or do laundry, or cook, you insist on coming along but act bored the whole time. Go home and act bored! I’d rather you do that than go, “So after you’re done, wanna go shopping?”

I can go shopping every once in a while, and that doesn’t guarantee that I’ll buy anything. I bought my own car, I got the insurance, I have an apartment with my husband, and we’re planning for kids. I’d love to go arbitrarily spending money like we did when we were teenagers but I have obligations now. I can’t afford to spend SO MUCH.

And one last note: Why don’t you get a job and spend your own damn money? That way when you loan from your parents and still don’t have enough, I don’t have to chip in.

I’m sorry I
m this harsh, and I won’t ditch you again, I just might slap you.