Dear, former friend
Dear, Former friend My wedding is drawing nearer, and it hurts that you've become insistent on being my enemy. You were supposed to be my maid of honor, not that you have much of that lately. My heart hurts. We've been through so much in the last several years that we've been friends. misguided relationships, career advice, parenting failures, heartache... you name it. You were there to help me dye my hair during my mental breakdowns, there to help me roll a doobie when my stress levels were out of control, there to help me clean up the vomit when I drank too quickly at beer pong ( let's not forget, I still won!) You held me when I sobbed over my decision to sign over my custody and parental rights to my daughter. You told me how brave, and selfless I was for being able to give her a better family, a better home than I was able to at that time. You sympathized with me when my mother and I fought over how I needed to be more consistent in my sons life while my mental he