My name is Tessa-Marie and I live it up in the 850. I'd never be able to tell you about myself in this little box, you just have to find out for yourself :)
In a way, it’s a beautiful thing. In another way, it fucking sucks. It’s not just the bills and the struggling of money and saving and staying healthy. It’s not just having a job and going to school at the same time while balancing a healthy relationship. It’s that you lose friendships.
In high school, I had two best friends. Well, my very best friend got into a relationship with a boy that didn’t like me. He was convinced that when we hung out, I made her a bitch. That I would try to persuade her to cheat on him. He turned her against me, and we slowly grew apart. Well, I got closer to my other best friend, instead. And we moved into together for college. Like most stories, that didn’t work out either. We came from two very different worlds. Me, I had to work very hard for anything and everything I wanted. Her, well, she could get anything she needed/wanted if she asked for it. And obviously, worlds collided, and our friendship exploded.
I take some responsibility for our falling out. I did try hard, but I was being an idiot while dating a total douche. Isn’t it funny how relationships can tear friends apart? My very best friend from I and I from my other best friend. It’s just insane how our hearts can lead us in such odd directions. Like I always say, though, everything happens for a reason.
I truly believe we all have a certain path. A certain person we’re meant to be with. A certain place we’re supposed to be at a certain time. So I can’t be mad at them, or myself, for letting our friendship slip away. We had a great run, so many memories, so many laughs, so many good times that I’ll never forget. And it all brought me here. To my husband, to my little family, to my happiness.
I still miss them. And I still think of them all the time. And I still wish they would reach out. I wish them nothing but happiness in their lives. And I hope it turns out to be everything they have ever hoped for.
It’s hard sometimes. Letting go. Growing up. Growing apart. But if you don’t let go, you’ll never see the beauty in it.