Muppet or bitch?

I’m feeling miserable.

Saw my friend today at school. (The one who owes me money, and hasn’t returned my numerous calls over the past week.) She walked up bold as brass, but I couldn’t even raise a smile. I was incredibly rude and simply asked if she had received the text messages I sent (asking if she could meet me and sort the situation). Whereupon she looked confused (like they’re some distant memory she shouldn’t be expected to recall) and mumbles something about getting the money to me on Friday.

I suppose I should’ve be pleased. But I wasn’t, because we should be passing each other tomorrow and she could get it to me then – if she wanted – or heaven forbid, she could even think of making the long arduous journey across the island to my house!

Anyway, I really had nothing else I wanted to say to her, so I turned and watched the girls play. And here comes the real cracker! She burst into tears and walks away.

J, (her god-daughter) starts calling after her and keeps asking what is wrong. Of course, by then I was feeling like a total heal and told J to stay put while I followed her.

I’ve never seen her cry before. Not even when she left her husband. I stood there feeling wretched and asked her what was wrong. But she wouldn’t talk to me. Told me to go away before her son came out of school and saw her crying. I obeyed and left her alone.

So, now I feel like a bitch. Maybe she’s suffering post-natal depression. Maybe I’m a fool and she’s playing me.

One thing’s for certain, I not enjoying being a bitch or a muppet.

Sorry folks, crappy post for a crappy mood.