Who am I to talk?

Last month one of my friends came to town with his new girlfriend in tow. The last time I seen him in my town he was with his ex girlfriend, who because of him, I had become very fond of. We had all went to college together, him, the ex girlfriend and I, but our paths had really never crossed until she began dating him so I'm all on twitter chatting with her and what not, about how I missed her this last visit and how the new girl was totally... unlike her. She begin to laugh of course and tell me how my friend, her ex, would get me if he knew what I was saying to her. But because twitter is so public, I knew that he would see parts of it and think I was taking cheap shots at his new boo so I decided to give him a call and personally tell him how much I didn't think this new girl was for him. Although she was nice... she, to me, was just not his type.

Now let me pause this story to ask a very important question: Who the hell am I? Furthermore, who the hell am I to talk about someone being right or wrong? My baby daddy is crazy as hell so clearly my "good for you" meter is broken. Back to the story...

I called my friend and told him just what I told his ex, my roommate and a mutual friend of ours: "She is not the type of girl that comes to mind when I think of you." He understood, he agreed and he said he appreciated and valued my opinion. Now I was in no way expecting him to break up with this girl simply because I did not approve of her but I definitely wasn't expecting to see so many photos of them together in the following week. Photos of them and their children, living well and laughing hard. Damn. That must make me seem like a bitter bee. To be hating on someone's happiness. So, I have yet to call and apologize to him for my sour apple two cents but I will very soon because I am in no position to say anything about anyone else's relationship especially if she makes him happy. And she seems to be doing just that, so I am happy for him. You can't live your life according to what looks right to outsiders, you have to find your love within.

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Don said…
I love an outspoken person. Even more, I love an outspoken person who's real enough to speak their mind and turn around and apologize if perhaps the person realizes their comments might've been a little too harsh or outweighed.

Also, I had no idea you were on Twitter.
December 21, 2012 at 7:53 AM
Because I Said So said…
Thanks Don. Yep I'm on twitter occasionally. Mallory's mom @aerialm
December 26, 2012 at 11:08 AM
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