When I was 15 I had this friend, she was my best friend. We we’re so close, we told each other everything. We literally fell in love with each other, or that’s what we thought it was. At the time I had been molested by her grandfather and when I told her she stood by me. She listened to me, cried with me, and protected me. She helped me tell my parents, when I started cutting myself and ran away she found me and sat with me; she walked with me in the rain. She gave me everything.
When I turned 16 she had to go to rehab, for drug addiction. I started becoming numb and then I joined in with the popular girls, I became a robot. When she returned I didn’t want to give up my position as popular girl b/c it was something I always dreamt of being. I cut off all contact with her; many of the girls in my group teased her, so did I. I teased her about all the things she told me all her inner secrets. Then near my 17th birthday she just left one day, she ran away. Inside it hurt me, but outside I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.
It’s been ten years since we where best friends, I think about her all the time still. I wrote a book about my life and what I went through with the molestation. However b/c she is mentioned in the book I need her to sign a sheet. I saw her the other day; she looks so different but so much the same. She’s become so skinny and she looks ragged. I want to approach her and thank her for all she’s done for me, but I am so scared. She’s the reason I am happy today not the other girls and I want to tell her that and re-establish contact, but I don’t know if she wants to see me again. What do I do?
Only mature answers please…
Woody I do feel that I owe her my hapiness, my life, but I just feel like she must hate me.
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