I went to visit Melissa yesterday; I took a present for the baby. It had been a while since I'd seen her what with her having the baby and all. Oh, I had sooo much to tell her. But she pushed me out of the house before I had a chance to give the gift to her.
God, she angry.
She said I was egocentric. Can you believe that? She said without a doubt I'm the most self-centered person she had ever met. Is it my fault I've always got sooo much going on in my life? I thought she'd be thrilled when I told her about my new fitness and weight-loss program and mentioned she could afford to take off a few pounds herself since she had the baby. We could share my membership and could get into shape together.
That's when she hit the ceiling, and started to cry.
I told her not to feel bad, most women have a weight problem after having a baby and that her weight gain was tiny, weenie compared to some women; she could get her figure back in 'no time'. Now, wouldn't you think she'd been happy when I told her that?
She just kept sobbing, so I changed the subject and said I was thinking about moving downtown and had been looking into the recently constructed high rise called "The Elite on Front Street". It would be perfect and within walking distance of my fantastic new job. I was explaining the floor lay out, and telling about the security measures the complex had and how reasonable the rent was...when, POW, she hit me...actually slugged me right in the stomach. She knocked the wind right out of me.
I asked her why she did that.
All she said was she didn't want to be friends anymore, that I was an
egotistical (insert expletives); which surprised me because Melissa never swears. As she continued to push me toward the door I asked what the heck was wrong with her.
She just shook her head and said I would never understand. Melissa said it was never about what I said, but rather what I didn't say. Then she went on and on about how a real friend would have seen right away how upset she was, and would have asked what was wrong...but that the minute I walked in I started blabbering about me, me, me and never thinking to ask how she was, or what was new in her life or that she might have something important to say.
I laughed and told her that was because she never did have anything important to say, but there was ALWAYS something new going on in my life, and, frankly she was just an old 'stick in the mud' wife and mother.
Melissa turned ashen and looked as though she was going to slug me again, so I backed all the way to the door. That's when she asked me to leave...she actually opened the door and pushed me out; mumbling something under her breath then loudly, slammed the door shut. I couldn't believe it she left me standing there on the porch with the baby present still in my hand.
I found out this morning through a mutual friend that Melissa's baby had died a week ago Tuesday.
Seriously, I can't believe she didn't tell me when I took the baby present over to her yesterday.
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