You win some, you lose some....

Remember how I told you about my friend that didn't show up to my graduation party? Well, we had a major fight.  I mean huge! It was awful; it felt as if I had been breaking up with a boyfriend.  That awful! She said some pretty nasty things to me like: I had other friends that I wanted to celebrate with or, my personal favorite, I didn't have an obligation to attend.  Some friend, huh?

Of course she was under no obligation to attend! But I didn't know friendship was an obligation either.  I mean, if she had called me and said "I won't be able to make it" I would have understood.  I mean it was a special day, but I wasn't holding a gun to her head to come to celebrate with me.  But I would have appreciated that she came, of course I would have.  But when someone calls you and says "I won't be able to make it," you understand.  At least they are taking the time to tell you about it.

Oh, and then she had the nerve to ask me not to change.  That her friendship was unconditional.  Some balls! How can you actually say that your friendship is unconditional when you said horrible stuff like that?  I should have given her a dictionary as a present once.  I could still give her that, and highlight the word unconditional so that she knows what it actually means.  It fucking pisses me off!!

Oh, and the next day... she called me to ask if I wanted to have a cup of coffee with her.  Can you believe that? What is she doing? And the day after that, she asked me to go to lunch.  I couldn't believe that either.

The thing that pisses me off the most is the fact that I considered her a "sister", the kind you have by choice, not blood.  It hurts like when a drop of lemon falls on a cut.  I don't know what to do.  I don't even understand her.  It's as if she forgot what she said and thinks everything is just peachy.  Well not on my side, it's not.

We have a weekly lunch with my friends every thursday.  Last thursday, she didn't attend it because (she said to one of my friends) "she thought I was mad at her".  Funniest thing is, and I didn't know this little fact, she had left a very pissed of message on my cell on wednesday night in which she stated that "if you're mad at me it's your fucking problem" and slamed the phone shut.  Worst part, I didn't hear the little message until thursday night.  My bet is that she didn't really attend the lunch because of her audiodisplay of madness towards me.  Who's with me on that?

But this is the cliffnotes version of the story.

Anyway, I feel so many things at one time in regards to that.  I feel sad and upset, mostly though.

So, um, sorry for rambling on like this.  I just don't really know what to make of it. 

Tomorrow is thursday, so it's lunch-day.  We'll see how that goes.