In one week, I found out I could survive with space heaters and without the boyfriend, and my so-called friend
I thought that I could always count on my best friend if I was in a pinch. I found out just how wrong I was last week. The furnace broke in my apartment building, and I called to see if I could stay with her until the furnace was repaired. She said it wasn’t a good time for her, and I knew she was hedging. I told her I could sleep on the couch if the spare room was in use. It would only be for a couple of days, and she told me no. I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t let me stay when the furnace was broken. Three days later, I found out what was going on. My boyfriend called and told me he was breaking up with me. He wanted someone who would spend the night, and be with him when he needed someone. I wasn’t fulfilling all his needs. Two hours later, I was numb, and my friend was calling. She told me she was now dating my boyfriend, and that was why she couldn’t let me stay there when the furnace broke. He was living in her apartment with her. I hung up on her, and refused to take her phone calls. In one week, I found out I could survive with space heaters and without the boyfriend, and my so-called friend. I didn’t need anyone or anything but myself and my ingenuity. My mother wasn’t happy when she found out I didn’t come stay with her when the furnace broke. Mom lived so far away from where I worked, that it wouldn’t have been convenient for me, and space heaters were being sold just two blocks away.