That's the catty former sis-in-law. In truth? After the great schism she said we'd always be "Sisters in Spirit" which was way better than sisters-in-law. Frankly, she was the only one that I really liked in the family, in the end. We'd sneek away from our awful m-i-l, into the woods, and smoke cigarettes. On a good night, we'd have pre-stashed a bottle of wine or other liquor. Or spiked our coffee. But we'd giggle and laugh and carry on until the boys would eventually find us. Then we would offer feeble explanations as to why we smelled like tobacco smoke (um, yeah, there was a boat that just went by on the lake, and they were smoking), while we tried to stomp out the remiander of the nearly whole cigarette that was just lit... which, if you've ever tried it with bare feet... it ain't fun.
But back to the point: Ms. Kitty's email. She said we were slipping into acquaintanceship. Mostly because the thing we were catty about was my ex's family. And she keeps telling me all of this information about my ex that I can't even get up the ire to care about... except to realize how incredibly relieved I am that I never have to put up with his stupidity -- or stank -- again.
She's right. We need to let it slip away. Can I be honest? I think it hurts more, letting a good friend go so that I can finish working through this crap... than it did to work through this crap.
Sometimes it sucks, being an adult.
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