Awkward moment

I've been gone a while... again. I won't complain about spending every waking moment working nor will I complain about getting one of the worst colds/flu ever! I was in bed for days and it hurt to move a muscle. Seriously my blog friends, I was hurting. Oh, but it's not like I'm complaining or anything. Btw, I'm still so congested that my left ear feels like someone has poured a cup full of water in it. But I'm still not complaining.

About a month or so ago, I got an invitation to a wedding. I normally love weddings and actually enjoy going (as long as I'm not in them... you all know my bridesmaid drama). This particular wedding was especially sweet because it was a seniors' wedding. I don't know why I find that so cute, but I do. A lovely lady I know who is well into her 60's married another wonderful man in his 70's. Isn't that sweet?

So here's the problem, the bride is the grandmother of yet another man in my life who does not leave good memories. Hmmm, there's a patterns here, you think it's me? Anyways, getting back to the story. Picture it, my city, a few years ago one of bestest friends, we'll call him 'ex-best-friend' (aren't I so creative) and I had decided to start dating after years of one of the best friendships I've had with a guy. I mean, this is the kind of guy you call with man problems. I've known him since my college days, and we all know how LONG that's been. We went to school together, studies together, went on double dates together. He was like one of my girlfriends except far more attractive and with hair on his legs. If I ever got sick and needed soup in the middle of the night, I knew who to call. I would gladly do the same for him. He was the guy you called when you car decided to die in the middle of the freeway at 3:00 am... and he would come with a cup of coffee and a smile. Ok, so you get the picture, he was wonderful.

After several years of being in each other's lives we ended up dating. I figured why not?! He knows me inside out, I can totally be myself. I now have a rule: never date your best friend.

The first few months were heavenly. It was so comfortable and we had an amazing time together. After a few months, this dependable, wonderful man turned into illusive, vague and 'busy'. It was close to impossible for us to see each other and we lived a few minutes away. I just figured he was busy, after all, I completely trusted him. He was my best friend! After a while, it started getting beyond annoying and I just knew something wasn't right. He finally admitted that his ex-girlfriend had suddenly started calling him after seeing us together. Now, this is a girl he had dated 3 years prior. He'd moved on and dated others afterwards but had a hard time getting over her. We talked about her and he assured me that he's completely over her. I never thought about her again until the moment he informed me that he wanted to "give it another shot"!!. "WHAT??", were the words out of my mouth. I was so unprepared and shocked that I had no witty comment. I simply couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

Apparently, she couldn't bare to see him with another girl. This fool fell for it and ended a relationship that had serious potential to be with someone who ignored him for years until she saw him with another girl. I couldn't believe it. I held his hand through that break-up and the subsequent break-ups. I've been in his life longer than she had and at the end of the day he wanted to "give it another shot" with her!?

It took me a while to get over this one, because I realized I hadn't just lost a boyfriend, I lost a friend. I simply couldn't bear to continue that friendship. I felt cheated and betrayed. I totally cut him out of my life. He never made an effort to get in touch with me again either... our friendship meant that much to him. After I realized that, I couldn't bear to see him anymore. I had to end all ties with a lot of our common friends simply because I was utterly humiliated. Everyone knew what had happened and I couldn't face our friends even though I did nothing wrong.

So the bride is his grandmother. I grew up with him and really got to know his family well. His grandmother and I always got along exceptionally well and I was touched that she invited me. Of course, I had no plans to go to her wedding. I had managed to avoid ex-best-friend for years and had no intentions of seeing him again.

Saturday morning at 8:00am I get a call. Why I pick up the phone that early on a Saturday is beyond me. I hate talking that early. It's his grandmother!!! I was shocked and scared at the same time because I knew I wasn't going to get out of this one. The conversation went exactly like this:

Me: *barely able to speak* 'hello'

Granny: 'well hello darling, rise and shine. Hurry and get ready, you never know who you'll meet at my wedding. I'm expecting you, you know. Don't think your silence to my invitation has gone unnoticed'.

Me: 'Hi Granny, I'm so happy about your wedding, I've just been so sick lately and-'
Granny: *is not even concerned that she's cut me off* 'I'm getting my hair done, make sure you come to such and such church. I'll make sure little David saves you a seat. Wear something pretty. Bye honey.'

Me: 'but..'

Granny: click!

Me: SHIT!!!!!!!!!

Now I gotta go! I'm never answering the phone at the time again. So I drag one of my girlfriends along and go to the wedding, which was lovely. The reception was small and intimate and Granny gave me the biggest hug. Ex-best-friend gave me a hug and said "it's nice to see you" and then proceeded to walk to the other side of the room. I couldn't even look him in the eye. He's the one that was in the wrong, yet I couldn't look him in the eye, isn't that disgusting? I'm still humiliated. It was so awkward and that 30 second 'conversation' felt like it lasted 3 hours.

I have no idea if he's still with that girl, as I have ensured that I'm no longer in contact with our common friends. I have made sure we don't bump into each other and he has not made an attempt to get in touch with me either.

So after all this time, I'm now back to obsessing over that incident.