Teresa had had a lot of drink when she confronted me about my “rotten personality”. I will give her the fact of her drunkenness and that at least she had the tiniest bit of perspective not to yell at me in the hotel bar. She waited until we were in the room we were sharing for what was supposed to be our girl’s weekend before she lit into me.

It was certainly an eye opener. I thought we had had a good relationship for all the years we had been good friends; that was my take. It wasn’t hers, and she let me know that I was selfish and self serving and she was sick of how I ran over her socially and in our job in the same company. I was flabbergasted and deeply hurt, but she gave me a lot to think about.

I crawled into bed that night with Teresa snoring away in the other queen bed but there was no snoring for me. I was wide awake thinking through everything she had said and trying to understand her perspective. There were quiet tears, but there was also a lot of soul searching before I finally fell asleep, exhausted.

At breakfast the next morning Teresa was acting as if none of that rant had happened, and maybe she had no memory of it, but I was not ready to have the discussion we needed to have if we were to go forward in this friendship. That would wait but it would happen. How could it not?