Date: 2/1/2004 11:37:00 AM
From Authorid: 62408
I don't know. I guess things change as you get older. I can remember the elementary days when It went from "I don't want to play with you anymore" to being best friends again the next day. To back in 6th grade, when I went home sick one day, someone found out I was sick, and basically told the reason to the entire upper classes (grades 6-8), that I was (sorry guys, <on my monthly> I became puzzled when I came back to school Monday, when a few caring classmates came up asking if I had back pain, etc... but my so-called best friend, in retalliation for my not telling her the news, told this guy I was assigned to sit next to that I liked him, and gave out my phone number (which was unlisted). We got in a big fight over that.
The biggest fight to date would have to be the one where my so-called friend who got me to see a student counselor in college and got me the help I needed turned on me big time. When I was feeling suicidal, and called her on night for help, I wanted her to come to my apartment and stay the night, help me dump any meds I had left in the joint, prescription or otherwise, and just be there for emotional support, she called me a drug addict, and threatened to have me arrested. (Granted, there was a minor truth to that, I was gradually headed that road, but stopped myself. I had prescription painkillers for my migraines, and would sometimes take one or half of one if I got stressed, but I stopped that on my own, something I'm quite proud of.). Instead, like I said, she called me a druggie, and threatened to have me arrested. So on Monday, I went to my student counselor, handed her all my meds in a plastic baggie, and asked her to please take me up to the hospital so I could check myself in, and thus began my treatment days, and official diagnosis. But when I tried again to make contact with my friend, hoping she'd be in a better mood, and since she had a key to my apartment, and could bring me some clothes, she told me, and I quote "The next time you try and kill yourself, be sure to get it right" and hung up on me. I haven't spoken to her since, although I would see her on occasion as I left the area from outpatient therapy waiting at corners or bus stops, and while she might see me on the bus, it wasn't exactly a wave she gave me, nor was it a "we're number 1" sign either, if you get my drift, since we all have to be G-rated here. I'm sure you all can read between the lines. (No pun intended) and figure it out. As for all the jerks who deserted me in high school, I figure they were never really my friends to begin with, so I don't quite worry about that. The scary thing is, this girl who turned on me was, and maybe still is a paramedic. All I know is, if anything happened to me, and she showed up at my door to take care of me, I'd sooner crawl to the hosptial on my hands and knees before letting her care for me. I hate to sound that bitter, because I don't like being a bitter person, but I guess I wouldn't even call her an enemy either. I was just a pawn to her. Someone she could use, and being sick made me more gullible. I try not to have enemies. I don't like to fight. If I get into an agrument with someone, I try not to let an evening go by without discussing the issue calmly. I allow time for cooling off, then I either call back or whatnot to discuss things rationally, and talk things out. Keeping them held up inside for too long only makes me feel worse.  |
glad to see it worked out... 
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