My Life

Lisa Returns

We had our coworking group together, at Starbucks at the Spectrum for our usual Monday afternoon hanging out/working session.

I was getting up to stretch my legs when someone tackled me with a hug from behind.

“Woahhhh” I yelped.

I turn around and there was Lisa. My best friend of 18 years. I practically burst into tears. We haven’t talked or seen each other in…. 9 months? Not by my choice. I’ve reached out many many times… I even emailed her about the engagement and also invited her to the wedding. No response.

Lisa and I… god, we’re complicated. But our friendship has been a staple of my life and I will always care about her. Now here she was, hugging me and grinning… and I felt like my heart was going to burst.

I introduced her to Davide. She chatted with our group for a bit. Then I broke away from the rest of the group and we went outside, found a quiet lounge area away from Starbucks and caught up.

It just felt so so so fucking good, to see her again. The way we had left things… felt horrible. For me the worst feeling is, just feeling like someone gave up on me or abandoned me. It’s been this common theme in my life… and for that to happen to us, it just hurt so fucking bad.

“Look at you Mon! You look incredible! You’re smiling so much and have you been working out?” she gushed at me

“THANK YOU!” I said blushing and then proudly lifted my shirt to show her the curves I’ve been busting my ass on.

Lisa is just one of those people that I will always have my best stories with. She brings out this side of me that I don’t let many people see. I’m just really thankful to have her back.

About Monica

Living in Newport Beach and Kauai. Survivor of crippling Anxiety and Depression. When I'm not cuddling my adorable dachshund puppy, surfing, or reading, you'll find me on here writing about my love life, loss, and everything in between.

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