Thursday, September 3, 2009
I hate fighting with my friend(s), because you seem to remember all of the bad things or bad situations. You never remember the all of the times that were good--like talking for hours on the phone, going out of town dancing, and just being there for each other.
Almost 10 years ago, I lost my best friend Pam. I had just graduated college and I thought that I was some huge superstar and started hanging with a different group. Pam and I had a huge fight and we stopped talking for 10 years. What I didn't realize was I had lost the person who had my back, who would fight for me, who allowed me to express my homosexuality. I left her behind like trash--for people who did none of those things for me.
Thanks to the "magic" of Facebook, an old friend of ours was able to re-connect us and I sent Pam a long letter asking for her forgiveness. When she responded, I felt that she was my best friend again. I'm just sorry that I missed out on so many things with her--the birth of her 3 children and my marriage to Tim--where she should have been "best woman". I just wish I hadn't been a fool.