Friends.......

Sassywife's post got me to thinking about friends. More to the point, my lack thereof.

Currently, I have 2 friends whom I speak to regularly. 2. TWO.

I asked myself why that might be, and the answer is clear. Dickhead.

Over the course of our time together, I introduced him to all of my friends at one time or another, and he despised each and every one of them. All for different reasons, none of which made sense. Nonetheless, he made sure that I had nobody in my life who would distract my attention away from him.

One girl, JoAnn, had been my closest friend since grade school days. She & I were roommates back in my college days when neither of us had two dimes to rub together. We went through some really financially rough times together, but we always managed through, and we had a great time doing it. I sang at her father's funeral, she sang at my father's funeral. I stood up as maid of honor while she made the mistake of marrying her husband, and she did the same for me. Her daughter called me "aunt." I taught her to cook Portuguese style, and she taught me Norwegian cooking. I taught her to swear in Portuguese, she taught me to swear in Norwegian. Back in the day, the outgoing message on our home answering machine was; "You've reached the Pleasure Dome. Neither mistress is available at the moment, but tell us your fantasy... you'll feel better!"

Anyway, I haven't spoken to JoAnn in about 3 years. I suppose I could drop in on her, and she would be surprised, but hospitable... but I can't bring myself to do it. I should never have let him get between us like he did.

Now....... I am an island.