I had a traumatic birth where I didn’t know if my baby would live or die. I called my best friend of 20 years to come and be with me. She said, “Sorry, I can’t. I’m really sick.”
Days later, I was shattered to find out that she wasn’t sick. She just had a date. She chose someone she barely knew over being there for me in the worst moment of my life.Twenty years of memories, sleepovers, secrets, being each other’s “person”—and when I needed her most, I got this. I’ve never heard from her again.