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The Prodigal Friend Returns?

After having great starts to the mornings since Monday - I've managed to get to work early this whole week - falling sick yesterday and getting a Medical Cert from the doctor, I am so glad it's finally Friday. For today, I'm determined to leave the office right on the dot so that I can maximise my weekend. For a good reason too. I've a few nice things lined up already - possible birthday present shopping, an afternoon wedding and possible hang out/work with dieselfire. Yes!

But before that I've an issue...

Prodigal Friend tried calling me twice this week. Both times I didn't pick up the phone. As the phone rang and the caller ID blinks back her name, hesitation washed over me. To pick or not to pick? But I decided to just let it be since I've other things to do anyways. So after the second call came in yesterday while I was with the doctor - discussing my swollen tonsil, migrain and potential hypertension - I decided to send her a message. She didn't reply, to no surprise to me. So of course I didn't think much of it.

As it turned out (found out from Christmas this morning) she wanted to ask the lot of us out. Little Boy has already been told not to go out with Prodigal Friend anymore by his mother despite being neighbours and childhood friends, and both Christmas and I are quite reluctant to meet her. Then I received her invitational sms for dinner tomorrow night. Contemplating if we should all just ignore her OR as I suggested to break-up with her friendship face-to-face I found myself not knowing what to do. Being the softie that I am, even after I've decided not to give face to certain people, I tend to melt away coz I'm just nice that way (it's improving now though, really!). I do want to know what's happened to our friendship but I also don't want to have the whole confrontational debate thing.

My question is, what would you do if a 'best friend' of yours suddenly asks you out without so much of a 'how are you' or 'sorry for being MIA' and has been on social hiatus with no news whatsoever for the past 19 months? And not just any friend. This is your best friend, your BFF, the friend who you would bend backwards for, the friend who you spent time and money and took a day off from work for her wedding, which turned out to be the very LAST time you saw each other socially and never told anyone that she was pregnant until you got a message saying she'd safely gave birth to a baby girl! Yeah, that friend. Would you go for dinner with her just to act like nothing happened?


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