About a week later, I was on Facebook looking around and saw that my friend had posted some photos from her baby shower. I looked at the picture and it was a picture of her, me, and the other third that we had posed for right before the shower began. The caption read, “I would like to thank Jen and _____ for giving me my baby shower…” I honestly don’t remember the rest of it. I was the one who collaborated with my friend and her family to plan the shower. I was the one who spent the money on the decorations, the games, the prizes, all of it! The other third comes back into the country a week prior to the shower, brings a dish, and gets 1/2 the credit for my hard work?? I was seething! I’d suspected I was being used, and now after seeing that, I knew I had! I felt like I didn’t even know who this person was anymore! I did know that I couldn’t talk to her until I was calmer, and it took me a couple of months at least. During that time, if she called I would let it go to voice mail. I didn’t want to write her off just yet; I felt I at least owed it to her to tell her how I felt and give her a chance. I also knew that if I talked to her before I was ready, the conversation wouldn’t go well. I knew in my gut that she would turn the issue back onto me and make it about how I’m too sensitive or how I’d overreacted. As hurt and angry as I was, I didn’t want to end up saying things I didn’t mean or that I couldn’t take back. Several weeks later, my husband ran into her and she made a snide remark about me not returning her calls. When he mentioned it to me, l couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. Although she was guilty of the same thing, when I brought it up to her, she told me to stop being so sensitive!
It was now December. Eight months had passed since the baby shower. In that time I’d gone to her home to see her baby, had a nice visit, and afterwards I decided again it was best to keep things to myself. I so desperately wanted to be wrong when it came to her! As usual, it would only be a matter of time before something else would happen to have me kicking myself for not speaking up when I had the chance…
…next…new year…new life…
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