1. A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.
2. A person whom one knows; an acquaintance.
3. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade.
4. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement
A movement huh? ya got that right.
It's no secret that over the past year I have more trouble with "friends" Than I have pairs of shoes.
Some friends I have lost, some I have become even closer with. I thank God everyday for that.
Recently, the inevitable happened. I lost another friend, but I decided to let her go.
Note to Self: NEVER EVER trust a girl with more insecurities than you have, with your heart.
Let's name this girl Dolores. Dolores was best friends with the boy I was in love with. Yea.
Dolores noticed the way....Brett....and I got along. She noticed the way I stared at him. She also noticed when I came to her, asking for help. Being in love with your best guyfriend is not the easiest situation. So, logically, I thought she could help me figure out my feelings and see if maybe talking to him was a bad idea. For months, Dolores would listen to me complain about how Brett would send me mixed signals. She would pat my ego and say things like, "Becca, he's gay. He has to be." "Becca, I am his best friend, I'm also a girl. He feels to comfortable with me to take a risk with you." "Becca, he is going to ask you out, he has to."
So of course, I waited. I waited. I waited.
She was sure, I was sure, It had to happen.
Then the body image issues started coming out. I stopped eating. I let her know this, and she seemed to think it was a good idea, saying things like "The love department isn't easy for girls like us." My mouth would drop, knowing what she meant. "Life isn't easy for fat girls."
I was messed up, now. I was throwing myself at a boy that seemed to be oblivious. I was too old for this. I was expecting something that would never happen. One day, after an extremely drunk tirade on my part,
I told Dolores "You need to tell me what you know about his feelings, No matter what. I'm tired of waiting." I kept thinking that I should just talk to him, but Dolores made me feel like that would ruin everything. But then, one day...the world stopped.
Brett called me. Dolores had said some things about me.
"Becca?" he asked.
"Yea?" I sniffed, not believing what he had said.
"She's crazy. I know you are not a slut, I know you don't think I'm gay. I think the world about you."
"Then we need to talk about something." I said, crying through the phone.
"Yes. we do." He said.
"I was a little bit in love with you. Dolores kept saying..." I cried.
"I know." Brett said. My stomach dropped.
"Becca, I think you are one of the best people I know, and I can't for the life of me figure out why I don't want to be with you." he said, sounding emotional himself.
"I do." I said.
"Enlighten me." he said.
"I'm not skinny or pretty enough" I blubbered into the phone.
"WHAT?!" Brett yelled. "Did she have you believing that?" He asked.
"I don't even know anymore. Brett but I..." I said.
"But nothing. I think you are absolutley, breathtakingly, gorgeous." He said. My heart stopped. It didn;t matter what else he said or I said. I finally realized there was nothing wrong with me except that I trust the wrong people.
Later in the week I told Dolores to shove it, and kicked her out of my life. Brett had started a movement to ride her from my life.
Brett and I are best friends.
He will never know that I'm still in love with him. It would tear us apart.
I have no idea where to go from here. He makes me so happy I can't stand it. I'm pretty misrable without him. I'm a mess, and I still can't help but think if I was a Russian super model I would have him in the palm of my hand.
But thus, the Funny Girl Strikes again.