This is for Friend #1 who, when I make plans to drive 100 miles to see him, ignores me for two months then tells me he has other plans and can’t even seem to give me 5 minutes to give him his birthday present.
This is for Friend #2 who doesn’t even call me back when I ask to see him to give him his birthday present.
I mean it’s not that important that I spent £50 I can’t afford to spend getting them gifts that I know will mean so much to them.
Or that instead of seeing my friends I’ll be joining my mother on her training course for foster carers.
Or that of the hundreds of times I’ve called to see how they were doing or what they were up to, the total number of calls, texts and e-mails I have received from them totals to about 5 (FOR BOTH OF THEM).
Or that even though I am willing to travel those hundred miles just to make sure they get their presents on time, I didn’t even get a happy birthday from either of them on my 18th, and only received a used book and some money about two weeks later when I had to go down there to get them.
Or that…or that…or that…
This is my me, because for 18 years those two people have been my closest, and only friends and I put up with it. I waited patiently while they made other friends and pushed me to the side. I still wait because I know no better and without them I would truly be alone. This is because I had the audacity to delude myself and believe I could make new friends when I can’t even get a damn treasure hunt to work on this fricking message boards.
Boohoo me.