I had a really rough week last week. I even lost my ATM card on top of everything I wrote about.

I decided to send the letter to my friend. If you know me, you must know, it was Crazy H that I wrote to.

See? Right there, this should give you some indications that I should do something. I am not sure what. You see, I’ve known Crazy H forever. When I say forever, I mean since we were 4. We ended up in the same dance class. We were friends in elementary, middle, high school. We talked via phone in college (pre-internet days, I am such a fossil).

I stood by her in many tough times, many of her own making. I could give hundreds of examples, but I’ll start with a simple one. When Jay and I decided that we couldn’t put off the wedding any longer, we made plans. Well, Crazy H got engaged too! And we were looking for a house. So were they! We had a few tough issues, this was back in 1997 and the market was heating up. We managed to get our bid accepted for the third place we offered on. Crazy H and Kobi? They offered on a place and took it for above the asking price because they were afraid that they would not get it. We low balled and moved up, they highball and got it.

I think they moved about the same time we did. We got married. They got married 2 months later. We stayed at our house for 5 years. They bailed after 2 because Crazy H "couldn’t take it anymore". Yes, the condo they bought was in a building that needed work. The previous treasurer had run off with money (did they look at the books before buying? NO) They decided, to make her happy, to cut and run. They sold and rented a place for a year. Now, the market was heating up in Boston around then. They used the extra money from the sale for debt, and then racked up more debt.  Then I got alot of "I wish we had what you have" from her. Sigh…

Finally, they decided they could buy again. Unfortunately, instead of investing their proceeds from the condo, they had spent it and they could not afford much. They bought a small 3 bedroom in a nearby town. We called it their POS house. It is getting better, but it is still so small that I am not amazed that the 4 of them sleep in one room still. We supported their move. We supported and helped with house construction/destruction. But I still get little snipes "oh your house is so much more grown up!"

But this is of their own making! We have chosen our lifestyle. They have chosen theirs. Can’t she see that? No. "Bad" things happen to them. "Good" things happen to us. Sigh.. This is but ONE example

So I sent the letter. I had originally said that we needed to talk and that I might have to walk away from the friendship. But Jay read it and we talked. We decided that I am not ready to walk away. So I changed that line. I don’t think she gets back from her trip until tonight. But the next question is what is she going to do? I know she will first be "shocked and upset" that I feel this way. Tough. get used to it. We do need to talk and deal with this. I miss having my crazy friend to talk to. Yes, she has flaws. We all do, but right now, this friendship is a one way street, and I’m the road.

So I wait. And see what happens.