Life…. it’s hard sometimes..
Got a call last night from one of my very best friends. Let me tell you about her first, I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned her on here before. Her name is Heather. We met when I was 22 and she was 18. Her and Chad worked together at a hotel downtown. She was in his friend group and he moved in with me when I bought my house. Before that he and I lived at the old guys house. Old guy’s son Darrin moved in with me too. She came with the package. Beautiful curly brown hair, freckles, the greenest eyes you’ve ever seen. She’d “dated” Chad. ( hard for me to not call him by his last name because that’s what he always went by but we don’t need snoopy snoops snooping him up!) I met her the night she called the house at 2am to ask Chad to bail her out of jail. Everyone knew that Chad and I had a “thing” but it was so informal that we didn’t even share a bedroom. It was great. My heart had taken a beating and this was warm and cozy. No stress. No expectations. No unrequited lov...