The Celebration Story that Shattered a Friendship of Ten Years
The texts were eagerly pouring in from a girlfriend of mine. I had just finished wrapping up my final project for a class I was taking and it was Friday afternoon. The incessant buzzes from my phone would not let me forget the fact that the weekend was looming before us, with all its potential.
“Are you finally done that bloody paper?” was the first text from her that I read.
“Yes, yes,” I responded back, smiling at my phone, “What oh what shall I do with all my free time?”
The buzz of her response came back before I even put my phone back down on the table, “A celebration always calls for champagne! I am done work in thirty and will be over in sixty!”
I loved the comfort of our relationship; the no need for permission because our doors were always open for one another.
“Sounds great!” I texted back, “Champagne for my favourite friend and takeout for me! I am not drinking right now, but I promise to eat my weight in Thai food with you.”
Silence. The anticipated buzz back of a response did not come. The conversation had suddenly fallen silent. I had derailed her Friday night dream with my damaging statement: I am not drinking…
