Falling

Ashley

Now that I was done with all of that drama, I went and lived my life as best as I could. I was working nights, and the times I could spend with my kids, it was worth it. I had no cares in the world as my life was mainly drama-free for the time being.

My friend Ashley, as mentioned previously, had nowhere to go, and I let her stay with me. She would babysit the kids for me while I worked. But I was a horrible friend because I turned cold since Tigh. I didn't dare let anyone get close to me. My whole demeanor had changed. I was too specific in things like the dishes, etc.

One day at work, I got a call that no one had picked my son up. I was livid as I trusted her, and I left my job and picked him up. I went inside, grabbed my other two kids, and went to leave. She begged me not to leave that she was sorry that she had fallen asleep with the baby. It was a mistake.

But just as everyone before me, I treated her like shit.

She came to the car crying, and my heart broke a little for her. But my rage was just fueled to where I shut down, and I didn't care what happened next. I needed time to gather myself, and I admit I had overreacted.

I came back home, and I made the situation weird because I was distant from her after that. She apologized over and over again, but my anger had gotten the best of me. I knew it was an honest mistake, but I let things get to my head. She needed a friend like me, and I wasn't exactly that.

I hated myself for months for treating her like that. She had been through so much shit, and she didn't deserve my childish behavior. But she meant a lot to me, and I took her for granted.

I eventually mustered up the courage to apologize because we were equally crazy at times. But I still felt horrible, and I hope she knows how sorry I am. That I love her, and I never meant to hurt her over something so small.

"Hey Siri, play Umbrella by Rihanna."