Friendship is such a weird thing. We take it for granted that our best friends will always be our best friends. Nothing could ever separate us from our friends, not no way not no how. And, while it would be totally awesome if that was the truth, it's not.
We'll call this girl 'Sarah'. Not cause that's her name, duh, but cause it makes the penguin thing make sense. Sarah was cool, a bit uptight about....everything, but cool. We were both from big families and could totally understand what most people can't. We both liked CSI, we both had kinda screwy senses of humor. To top it off, our Dads had been friends in high school and her Dad coached/lead a kinda football team that Army Brother was on. It seemed we were destined to be best friend For Ever And Always.
But then came....She Who Must Not Be Named.
It was my friend Sarah that introduced her to my younger brother. Her whole family knew that this girl had some SERIOUS issues, and that my brother was likewise headed for some SERIOUS issues, but she still introduced them. As their whole toxic relationship came to light, Sarah made it her goal to break them up and to make sure I knew how evil and sinful this girl was. Oy vey.
Even then I understood that her heart was in the right place, but Sarah had never had to deal with a rebellious sibling, all her sisters were, well, rather saintly. Her overbearing rudeness and constantly pumping me for info on them and filling my head with tales of this girls vicious evil was not what I needed right then. This dragged on for years until eventually I just got tired of being mad. Sarah and I began to drift.
It wasn't until I stopped attending the same college ministry that she went to that I realized how far appart we now were. She is a lovely person, her heart is often in the right place, but in getting to that place, she tripped over her own good intentions and bungled it all up. I didn't need a friend to make me mad at my brother's girlfriend, I needed someone to distract me. I needed someone to cheer me up and make me laugh. Now on the few occasions that she texts me or we see each other, I am more wary. I can't help but think that she is still prying into the mess of a relationship and picking at old wounds. Sometimes I wonder how she's doing, and I miss how close we were, but with things being as they are with Little Brother, perhaps distance is the best thing for us.
This was actually supposed to be a brief entry. Woops!
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