trauma
I want to briefly document some trauma. Three years ago, I had a best friend. I mean she was my busom buddy. I told her things I had never told anyone. We spent an inordinate amount of time together, as did our children. We behaved as though we intended to be very close for a very long time - sending the littles to the same preschools, spending every weekend at each others' houses. For two years we were best friends and for two years I ignored red flags that at the time, I could convince myself were evidence of our friendship. She had a problem with her son's best friend. Generally she was quite judgy about other children, like she referred to a kid my son was friends with as "creepy" because he was a small child. But in my mind, we were friends - these were just stray, random thoughts that maybe some people have, but they don't have anything to do with me or my children because we are close, we are friends. We would love each others' children. She had a real...