When I was in middle school I had a friend that I was so close to we did everything together. I thought for sure she and I were going to remain friends to the end. Her mother was a single mother with three girls that would make her children tell people that her husband was out of the country and the whole time he was in New Jersey. Her mom was very manipulative and she would always bring this girl down. Nothing this girl did was good enough. My friend was not allowed to think for herself she had this girl feeling like she was nothing. I hated it because she had two other daughters and they were treated like humans. I would always make sure to tell her that the shade of her skin did not define her beauty nor did the size of her lips. Her mother hated me she hated that I had her daughter seeing herself as beautiful. She had to have control over this girl for some odd reason. Maybe it was the fact that she was the only one that looked like her father or maybe she just had a problem but whatever it was she was horrible. The mother would allow her other children to verbally abuse their sister. We graduated high and thing went south after that. I got pregnant and had a baby and her mom was able to convince that was a bad influence and she was not allowed to have contact with me what so ever. I truly miss the friendship we shared. I don’t think we could ever be friends again because we have grown apart over the years. We have different interest. Her mother is still heavily in her life and she pretty much picks out most of her friends. I don’t think I would be able to bite my tough as much as I did then, now.
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