maylita

A toast.

A toast in honor of you and your upcoming wedding. I'm honored that you've asked me to be your Maid of Honor. So, it is with great displeasure that I have to decline.

I'm suprised that you've allowed yourself to become so deluded. Although it's been an honor and a privilege to counsel you in your tainted history with Love, the time has come for me to pass this bitter cup onto someone else.


Let's toast to our friendship.

For 14 long years I've stuck by you and never steered you wrong. From the moment we met, sharing Triscuits on a Sunday, I was always there for you. You looked different then, with your dull brown hair that shadowed your pale skin and ice blue eyes. But I was different too.

This was the similar realization that we came to when you called me in tears in 2001 explaining how you had lost your virginity on your high school's baseball field. You were just 14 and I was 13. You were terrified to tell me because you knew that I wouldn't ever look at you the same after that.

You were right. But how could I; you continued to wear your Purity ring.
He would leave you a month later and date your archnemesis.
Then I would recieve another call, after not hearing from you for months and you would sob.

This was a conversation that would be repeated year after year with you. You would always ask, "What have I done wrong?'
I would calmly explain, "Nothing, my love. You never do anything wrong."

So when you called me in 2006 while I was in the process of fucking my boyfriend, I opted to pick up the phone. Now you would explain to me your devestation over your first broken engagement.

Two more broken engagements would follow.

"What is wrong with me?" you would ask.
'Nothing, darling, absolutely nothing." I would reply.

I would make suggestions to use your break-ups as lessons for what should be avoided for the future, but you never seemed to listen. You always rushed in heart first.


So when you announced your most recent engagement, I chuckled a little. For this, I am truly sorry. But, you'll have to understand that for the last 6 months, you've only called me to bitch about how this relationship isn't working, but how much your family loves him.

..................

Alarms continue to go off in my mind.

You never listen.




So, my dear, here is a toast to you.

If nothing else, please remember that your marriage is more important than the wedding.



Drink up.