One week to go!
Last week was insane in getting through all my work in order to hand over to someone else before wedding week commenced this week. I left the house once in 6 days and that was to go for a 30 minute walk because I was going insane on Wednesday. I clocked over 60 hours in the week and I’m DONE! Woo hoo!
But all the work meant I ended up bailing on being there to watch one of my dearest friends finish her marathon on Sunday. I’ve since spent the entire week apologising for missing it after promising I’d be there, apologising for texting instead of calling – no excuses there, should have called – and being ignored left right and centre. Normally I’d let things be until she calmed down but this is also my maid of honour and oldest friend and this is making me so so sad.
Last night was my bachelorette. It was a super fun night of burlesque lessons and dancing but she was throwing daggers at me the entire night. She left her car here overnight and didn’t even come in to say hi when she picked it up during the day. I’ve left messages for her, emails, the whole shebang for the whole week and apparently it’s not enough.
And I’m so sad about it. Apparently, she’s happy to end the friendship of almost 8 years over this and I’m really not sure why. This is someone I thought I would grow old with and yet she’s so angry with me over this, this that I’ve apologised for so many times. I’m done apologising. I can’t beg. I refuse to spend my wedding week agonising over this.
It makes me sad that, when I look back at my wedding, along with all the happiness and celebrations, I’ll also remember that a friendship seemed to have ended for reasons I just don’t understand.