Ch-ch-changes

I have just heard the most amusing thing from my mother (closet Gossip Queen, I swear) and I have to share it with you.  

Probably about 6 years ago now – six years! – I went to Australia with a girlfriend; let’s call her Rockbeast (as that was my brother’s nickname for her).  Looking back we were never really meant to be friends but we’d worked together for a few years and the opportunity came up and we flew to the other side of the world together.

Now don’t get me wrong the girl has a good heart and all, but she was very much one for putting me down.  “You’re not fat, you’re big boned” or “Bless you, you do try”.  (I shit you not) – we never really fell out but the constant digging at me took it’s toll and we went our separate ways. We did have some great times.  We also had times where we wanted to kill each other.  

To be fair my behaviour at times wasn’t very good.  I hooked up with my ratbag boyfriend P and sometimes neglected her.  P and Rockbeast hated each other.  I sometimes wonder if maybe he’d tried to get in her pants too, he was that kind of guy, which was why she was so anti-P and I can’t blame her.  He was scum.

Anyway, she went her way and I went mine and we met up again just before we flew home.  We never really saw each other again once we’d got home, the odd coffee or shopping trip but it was never the same.

My mother bumped into Rockbeast in a card shop the other day and RB told mum how much she missed me and how she’d love to be friends again.  Sorry?  What part of our so-called friendship is there to miss?  And why oh why would you want to open up old wounds?  

It was a lifetime ago when a ‘well-meaning’ friend could put me down; I’m a different person entirely.  Now I have friends like Fragglehump who encourage me to be me and love me for all of me, the oddities included.  Friends who don’t judge me on the way I look or feel the need to stifle my creativity!

I don’t think she would recognise any part of my personality – it’s been over six years for god’s sake, I hope I have changed from the stupid girl I was back then!

Isn’t it funny how people’s memories of the same time can be so different?

So that little offer to pop in to see her at Christmas?  I don’t think so.

Thank you Ma for the head’s up!