I'll wait while you get a refill on that popcorn because there's MORE!

We all went our separate ways for the holidays, and I definitely was NOT in a good place for Thanksgiving but I did my best to act normal. I did tell my sisters what was going on and A said that she had the same exact situation happen to her and she lost a best friend over it.

So I came back and we had scheduled a sit down talk. I had asked Ms. S to be there that day too since she was hearing things from both sides, and a lot of the stories were not adding up. I also wanted a third party person there to play referee in a sense because I had a feeling Ms. N would have some low blows to say that night. So we all agreed we would do the dinner that night at Ms. S house - a neutral space.

Leading up to the day of I was doing a lot of thinking. I was really trying to get to a place of forgiveness, and acceptance and a place where I could move on from this. Ms. N and I have been friends for the past 5 years. Is that something I just wanted to walk away from. Clearly in the moment she was not thinking about those things, but sometimes you have to be the bigger person. Then again a part of me feels like she would NEVER do this in a million years to Ms. S because - why? Not so sure but I don't think she respects me as a person. I think she lost respect for me when I started dating Mr. Y. I think that has more to do with her inner issues than with me personally. I had a lot of conversations with Ms. S leading up to the night of and we were able to get me past anger and onwards.

So day of comes around and I'm on my way to Ms. S house and I'm actually looking forward to what Ms. N has to say. I keep saying I want her to talk and I want her to talk so that I can hear her say sorry and decide what to do moving forward. Of course, everything was going way too well.... I talking to Mr. Y and he tells me that his mother got a call from his uncle (Ms. N's uncle as well) to say that Ms. N had told his daughter about Mr. S and that they felt like it was at a point where families needed to get involved. It BLEW my mind. It had only been two fucking weeks! That flipped a switch in me and I was back to not wanting to listen to her, walk out of Ms. S house and tell Ms. N to go fuck off!

So Ms. N gets to Mrs. S house and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a broken plastic knife. We barely ate and then we moved to talk. I told Ms. N I was there to hear what she had to say. I let her go first. It hit me as soon as she started talking that she had NO FUCKING CLUE just how mad, hurt, angry, upset, betrayed, etc. I was with the whole situation, how she acted, and how she continued to do whatever she wanted.