Dream turned night mare, night mare turned dream

She hated crying around people, but right now she didn't want to be alone. She drove to the one place where she wouldn't be asked a ton of stupid questions. Luckily she could drive there on auto pilot and as she pulled into the drive she wondered if she should have called first.

Maggie turned off her car and sat there in the dark for a few minutes before getting up the nerve to get out. The lights were on upstairs and she once again doubted her judgement, after all she'd agreed to marry a man who had just told her he was gay expected her to marry him anyway. She called the wedding off, and was now standing by her car, outside her best friend's house.

Well not her best best friend, that would be her maid of honor who would undoubtedly ask her too many questions and say something stupid about her being better off without him. This was her male best friend, of course she only had a handful of girlfriends, women tended to be too bitchy, vindictive, or worse desperately seeking love and affirmation with all the wrong men.

This was her best guy friend, the one who would just let her cry and a place to sleep with no questions asked.

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