15 December 2010
This is me, drunk at a bar, with a wonderful friend, where I saw someone who looked so much like the lovely zette it took everything in me not to run up and talk to her like she was an old friend.
Little backstory on my friend in the pic, we lost touch for a few years and I never really understood why and as much as I missed her I'm not one to force friendships, so I left her alone. As soon as she heard I left my husband she called me. Turns out he was hitting on her every chance he had and she didn't want to say anything & feel like a homewrecker so she just stayed away. She said if we didn't have a son together she would have told me what a sleezeball he was the moment it happened, but she just couldn't bring herself to (what she felt would) be responsible for breaking up our family. I get it, I certainly wish I had known sooner that he was hitting on my friends (a few more came out to me about it recently as well), but who cares - it's in the past and I'm just happy to have my friend back!