So, we’ve all heard the saying about the woman scorned, right? Hell hath no fury etc. etc. Well, has anyone else experienced this in the context of the scorned buddy?
Let me explain.
You and B become friends after a chance introduction. You proceed quickly (at her prompting) to sharing dreams, aspirations, scoops, lunch and money. You agonise in concert about jobs, kids, men and which moves to make (cross-company, cross-continent or just when to cross the road) and you laugh, together, when you reach the other side, giddy and exhilarated, confident you wouldn’t have made it there without each other.
Alas, it all goes south. Something happens and the sun shifts – you’re made painfully aware of her jealous streak or she sleeps with your man or breaks a confidence or she does something so awful that you can no longer justify the by-line ‘closer than a sister’.
So you dutifully take the advice of whichever agony aunt is au courant in your Oprah, and you dump her. Free of a suddenly toxic relationship, you feel a little pain but mostly surprise that the word that comes to mind most when you’re explaining what happened to others is … relief.
But B isn’t going out like that. She’s not prepared to fade into the oblivion of a mere acquaintance. She’s not accepting that, whatever the reason, friendships can fade. Instead, she’s telling anyone who’ll listen how evil you are, how cruelly you cut her off, how you never paid her back her $2.00 for the parking toll she had to pay when she went to collect you from the airport. Oh, and every sordid detail of your messiest break-up ever. Really? Are you really still talking about this ten years later?
One of the characters in Itch is going through an episode with a former best friend-to-the-end right now. A little advice for anyone playing the part of the scorned best bud: If you can’t go with grace……Get.A.Life.
You’ll have to read the book to see how it all turns out! 🙂