how is this my fault again?

I apologize in advance for this being so long…

Okay, before I begin, a little background information. Amanda, Gaea, and I were best friends from freshman year of high school, until a couple of months back, a year after we graduated. The three of us did everything together, we we like sisters. After I moved, we kept in pretty good touch. I’d visit once a year, and I always stayed at Amanda’s house. The last time I visited was in January of this year. I spent like 6 days with Amanda. By the end, we were so tired of each other, it was unbearable. And then she really hurt my feelings (a whole seperate story, I won’t go into it…). I was talking to my boy Rashad online from her house, and he invited me to go hang out with ihm instead. Seeing as we’d already spent a lot of time together, on top of the fact that I was upset, I chose to spend my last night in town with Rashad than with her. I asked if she was okay with me going over to his house, she said she was. We said our goodbyes, and in the morning, he took me to the airport.

Fast forward to April. Talking to a mutual friend of ours, he revealed some rather private things about me, that I had never told him. She took it upon herself to tell our whole group of friends that I’d had sex with Rashad, and that my only reason for going to his house was so I could get a booty call. Apparently for the last 3 months, she’d been mad at me because I left her on my last night in town. And since I’d had sex with a guy that I’m not in a relationship with, then obviously I’m some sort of cheap slut. Nevermind the fact that Rashad’s one of my closest friends in the whole wide world, and I love him more than anyone…since we’re not going out, it must make me a cheap whore. Talking more to friends, I found out a lot of other really hurtful things she’s said about me over the past few years. What hurt most of all was that of all the people I called friends, only one of them chose to defend me, and for that, he’ll always be in my heart. What makes it even better is that she was in my exact situation about a year ago, and yet I’m the bad guy. The only difference is how we handled the situation afterwards. I accepted responsibility for hooking up with Rashad, even though it meant losing a close friend as a result. She all but accused Adam of raping her…of course it wasn’t her fault. But I’m a slut for having sex with my best friend…she was just horny. That makes it okay. We sent several emails back and forth,bitching each other out, and eventually, our friendship completely died. Which brings us to the present.

We haven’t really spoken to each other since April, when all that shit went down. One of my good friens from that whole group is getting married in October, and he asked if I would come down for the wedding. Doing so would mean being in the same place as Amanda, and being civil to one another. After the email I got tonight, I don’t think I could handle that. It was one of those “fill this out about the person who sent it to you!” type things…basically, you send out a blank questionaire, and people answer questions about you. She pinned everything on me.

“What’s one thing you regret about our friendship?” That you fucked everything up by sleeping with Rashad
“What type of person am I?” one that broke my heart
“Who’s my best friend?” it used to be me…
“What’s my favorite thing to do?” destroy friendships
“Do you love me?” I used to

I admit that I’m not innocent in this whole ordeal…but there’s no way I’m taking credit for everything, when she was just as much to blame, if not more. until today, I was ready to almost put all this behind us, and start working on rebuilding our friendship. Now, I’m all set if I never talk to her again. I did have one little piece of sweet revenge though…my last line of the return survey I sent to her…“What’s one thing you wish you could tell me?” “I gave Sean a blowjob 3 weeks ago…now how big of a slut am I?” Sean is her ex boyfriend…at least now I have something to laugh at…

I must be missing some important information…
How would your sleeping with Rashad fuck everything up, and how is it any of her business???

It just struck me(ok, I’m a little slow). She’s into Rashad! She didn’t tell you(or him) about it. It’s simple jealousy. OK I get it now…
I think.

And telling the world that you gave someone a blow job is sweet revenge?

No its not all your fault.

However, you did lose the high ground with the blow job crack. (That’s the problem with high ground…)

And kniz, you have aproblem with blos jobs? I’m a big fan of them as an art form myself…

It’s all your fault you little slut ho vixen you.

Cripes, don’t let the bastards grind you down. Go back home, go to this wedding and have a good time. Don’t not go because you’re afraid you’ll run into her. What are you afraid of? You’re the sane one here. Stay sane, don’t let her upset you, and you’ll do fine.

And Medea’s child, I find the definition of art to be quite subjective. Perhaps a demonstration of your performance piece would ensure a more acurate reference point on which to base my opinion.

  1. Go to the wedding, hold your head high, support your friend getting married.

  2. This is a high-school friendship, but you’re no longer in high-school. Its time to either lose this friend, or evolve your relationship, in a big way.

  3. Its NEVER, NEVER a good idea to use your performance of blow-jobs as a weapon against ANYONE. If she (former friend) forwarded yer message to: yer mom, yer boss, yer grandma, etc. you might feel pretty foolish about it. - Never kiss and tell - real or imagined.

  4. Now is your opportunity to be the bigger person here - take it.

Al.

I second Alice’s advice.