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What Happened in Vegas .....

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I’m that friend you can call in the middle of the night if you can’t sleep. I’m that friend that will laugh when you fall after making sure you’re okay, first. I’m also the kind of friend that can go weeks, months or years without seeing or talking to you and pick up where we left off when we see each other again.

I had a best friend for over 20 years that I shared absolutely everything with and kept no secrets from. When we were neighbors we talked every day. Then she moved to another county and we talked at least every week. Even during the toughest times that the both of us would have we made sure we connected somehow. That’s just what we did because that’s who we were. I have never in my life had a more loyal relationship where I could be completely transparent without being judged. We had an unconditional love for one another. Or so I thought.

Our friendship came to a screeching halt when we took a vacation to Las Vegas after we canceled a cruise due to hurricane warnings.

A disagreement over nickels and dimes. We had done things before and gone places together where we were each responsible for our own. This was different though.

Something so minor had turned in to something huge. Her credit cards had been shut down. Her love of money was destroying her right before our eyes and she did not want to face it. She knew it… She didn’t want to do anything about it. Her husband knew it and confided in me just months before that her spending was out of control. While on this trip she demanded money from me. I was unable to do it and she chose not to be my friend any more. She chose an addiction over friendship.

I am that friend who will give you the clothes off of my back and the last dime that I have .... but I am also that friend that will tell you “NO” if it is for your own good because I know the harm that it will cause you in the future.
So, until the day arrives that she understands that I did what I had to do to save her… I will be right here waiting for us to pick up where we left off. What happened in Vegas can stay in Vegas.









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