This morning, after switching buses, I was walking down the aisle looking for a good seat when I felt someone holding my arm. So I turned around and saw a former good friend’s mom staring up at me smiling. I haven’t seen this woman in years, so it was pretty cool to see her again.
Well except for one thing-Her daughter and I parted on not-so-good terms years ago. Namely, we got into a fight at a Sally Anne’s and spent the ride home not speaking to each other. Later that night, I sent her an email telling her I didn’t want to be friends anymore and she sent me a rude email back agreeing. Anyway, the whole things is very strange, because her mother is this very kind, super sweet-natured, hospitable Polish woman, but none of these traits seemed to have rubbed off on her daughter who is shallow, very selfish, overly sensitive and neurotic..oh and likes to throw out the odd..racist and prejudicial statement every now and then.
Our relationship quickly soured also because of what happened at a bar one night. We started off at her house and she was going on and on about how great her new boyfriend was. She cheated on her last boyfriend, so I had hoped that she smartened up and found a guy who would whip some sense into her. Who I met, unfortunately, was a greasy, scumbag who spent part of the night trying to convince me that we shouldn’t care about Africa or any other poor countries (Ironic considering his parents were also Polish and Poland used to have major problems) and the rest of the night trying to grab my face and kiss me! Barf!
So I complained to her about it and after insulting me and making more offensive generalizations, we split up. Now you see why I’m not friends with her anymore.
This morning, her mother told me that she was “mad” at her daughter for what happened between us and that she missed me a lot. Truthfully, I missed her and her husband but wish her daughter had turned out better. When we were kids, her daughter and I, thrust together out of shyness and social anxiety, used to be attached at the hip and we continued to be close until university. I always knew she was off, though, but tried to look past it. Unfortunately, you can only do this for so long. I’m not perfect either and have made some mistakes, but I can only put up with bullshit for so long, before I say “See ya!”
Anyways, we exchanged phone numbers so maybe I’ll see this chick’s parents again someday. But if not, its good to know that she is doing well. As for my friend, I couldn’t help but laugh inside when her mom told me she is still living at home with her parents and is still with that loser. Her mom isn’t happy about it, but I think my friend deserves to be with him.