Something unexpected happened to me last weekend. My family had been invited to a 4th of July party. (The invite wasn't the unusual part, although I admit I don't get out much!) It was an annual party and while I really wanted to see some people I used to work with, I didn't feel like dragging the kids, by myself, since my hubby always seems to get stuck working. But I did it anyway.
Things were going fine. There was a new crop of people there, and surprisingly, I knew most of them from high school. They had one of those huge castle bounce houses for the kids so I even got to visit without my boys driving me crazy every five seconds. It was actually...wait for it...fun. So here I was chatting with a total stranger about this AH-MAZING buffalo chicken dip(Google it, people!) that one of my friends made when a girl that I was good friends with in high school walks in. I hadn't seen here since we graduated. We squealed and fell all over each other while the charming stranger laughed at us. My friend says, "Did you see that "FRENEMY" (this is what I will call her since I don't want to give away her real name) is here?
I literally dropped my fork right out of my mouth and started searching for escape routes. THEN, the charming stranger says, " That's my wife. Did you go to school with her?" He asks me. I think I nodded while trying not to throw up. Okay, time for some backstory.
Once upon a time, two little divas met in kindergarten, one of those divas was me. They were instant besties. They bridged from Brownies to Girl Scouts together, spent hours making friendship pins for each other, and agreed that Blueberry Muffin was way better than Strawberry Shortcake and should never have settled for being just a sidekick. Then fourth grade rolled around, my friend decided that I wasn't cool enough for her anymore. She started hanging around with some "cooler" kids. One day she started coming back around and I was thrilled. Later in the day, I was pulled aside after class and my teacher accused me of cheating on a test. I cried my eyes out and swore to her that I didn't. She said that it was obvious I had cheated off of "FRENEMY". I was devestated once I realized the reason she had come back around. My mom demanded that we both be regiven the test (Yeah, Mom!) and it was pretty apparent who had cheated.
We both went about our business, one of us getting straight A's almost every quarter, and the other, well, not so much. Anyhoo. Fast forward to high school. We got friendly again. Not too friendly but just casual. I go away to Hawaii with my parents on vacation. I have fun, even though I'm terribly missing my boyfriend (who I shall name...the one who should be in an insane asylum..yes, that's fits him good). I come back from Hawaii and continue on to my senior year. In Economics I even sit by "FRENEMY" the whole year. We get semi-chummy again and my mom even invites her to my surprise 18th birthday party (Mom, what were you thinking? She cheated off me for God's sake!). Graduation comes and goes. About a month later, "the one who should be in an insane asylum" and I get in our final fight. He blurts out that he slept with"FRENEMY". I went numb. While I wasn't thrilled about the S-E-X that had taken place while I was watching Don Ho with my parents, I just felt stupid. The whole time we had sat together in Economics, and at my birthday party, the whole time she was just laughing knowing that this time, she hadn't gotten caught cheating.
Flash forward, seventeen years later, after successfully avoiding her almost all night, her husband drags her over to me and says, "You guys have been missing each other all night." Yeah, not a rocket scientist this one. And obviously she didn't want to tell him why she might be afraid that I would try to stab her with a stork.
So there we were, grown women with children the same age as we were when we first met. Neither, thankfully, ending up with "the one who should be in an insane asylum". We actually chatted for a while and I remembered why she used to be my b/f/f. I swore that I could see an apology in her eyes as we told each other goodbye. As I shuffled my dirty kids into the car, I actually felt lighter. I realized how stupid I had been for hanging on to something that, in the end, didn't mean anything. What'd ya know? Maybe I'm growing up after all...
Do you have a frenemy? C'mon dish! What's the worst thing your bestie (or anyone else) did to you?