Once upon a time I had a friend. She would listen to my pain, my happieness, my love, my hate and not judge and always had something to say that would make everything negative diminish from my head.
Once upon a time, I thought I could trust her. Once upon a time I shared things with her that some of even my closest of friends, I wouldn't share with.
Once upon a time, I finally wanted to have a sunshine face of my own along with continuing to take care of hers. Then like in most fairy tales...the ones of modern ages...my once upon a time went sour.
She used all of my fears, my insecurities I had shared with her against me. She is now trying to turn her son, my child, against me. Asking him questions about me, making me look like the bad guy when all I do is love him and try to teach him how to be a better person.
Once upon a time, I had a friend, even though everyone warned me to not trust, believe or like her, I did. She was my friend. Now, she is the one that I talk to others about because she is the cause of my pain, anger and my hate.
I was the one that stuck up for her, and why? So she could stab me in the back, push me down a set of stairs and kick me once I hit the bottom. All while I was pregnant.
Never again. I always knew what you were on the inside, but I hoped and prayed for you, that if you had someone who genuinely cared, and not to get something from you like the others do, but selflessly cared for you, that maybe you would change, see life is beautiful and isn't lonely as long as you have your family. But I have learned that once upon a times, they aren't real.
