If you ever read my story One Good Reason (surprisingly, not a plug), you'd be aware of the main character of my current situation, who we'll continue to refer to as "Stacy" for purposes of privacy. Ever since graduation, we've stayed in touch via the wonders of the Internet. Of course, she's really the only person who I regularly speak to in a one-on-one sense, and she knows this. She was the first person to look at my Weight of the World story. I was the one she went to when she was student-teaching in Pittsburgh and the isolation of living alone in a big city got to her. She only lives 30 miles away--here in the northeast portion of the US, that's a nothing drive. As a matter of fact, while I had a job up in that area last year, she and her fiancee offered me a room to stay in for the night while there was a blizzard that kept me from driving home.
She's getting married today. She's going to look absolutely beautiful in her wedding gown, the afterparty's going to be incredibly fun, and in general, it's going to be a splendid affair.
Or so I'm assuming, considering I wasn't invited.
It's not like I live here in PA and she lives in British Columbia or something--the wedding is a half-hour away. Every time I ask myself "Why?" and attempt to answer, the conclusion never has anything to do with it being her fault. Maybe she didn't invite me because she knows I would have come alone and possibly been depressed. Maybe she didn't invite me because that possible depression would have brought everyone else down. Maybe she didn't invite me because, out of the possible 200 invitees, I wasn't important enough.
Maybe she didn't invite me because we're not really friends.
I am so disappointed in myself. The one person that I consider a friend thought so much of me that she didn't even bother to invite me to her wedding. This is what I get for considering anybody a friend. I feel so stupid because, all this time, I guess she never thought of me as such, and I deluded myself into believing it.
I just needed to vent.
She's getting married today. She's going to look absolutely beautiful in her wedding gown, the afterparty's going to be incredibly fun, and in general, it's going to be a splendid affair.
Or so I'm assuming, considering I wasn't invited.
It's not like I live here in PA and she lives in British Columbia or something--the wedding is a half-hour away. Every time I ask myself "Why?" and attempt to answer, the conclusion never has anything to do with it being her fault. Maybe she didn't invite me because she knows I would have come alone and possibly been depressed. Maybe she didn't invite me because that possible depression would have brought everyone else down. Maybe she didn't invite me because, out of the possible 200 invitees, I wasn't important enough.
Maybe she didn't invite me because we're not really friends.
I am so disappointed in myself. The one person that I consider a friend thought so much of me that she didn't even bother to invite me to her wedding. This is what I get for considering anybody a friend. I feel so stupid because, all this time, I guess she never thought of me as such, and I deluded myself into believing it.
I just needed to vent.