Meeting up with an old friend
Today my social auntie (my assisted living personal) suggested I’d meet up with an old friend of mine since she also has assisted living.
I decided to pull my ass out of my apartment and actually do it.
It was refreshing. I bought us ice cream and we sat and spoke a while.
She had a friend with her but I don’t mind.
I came to remember that she actually accused me of stealing money from my mum’s cousin’s child,
according to my mum’s cousin.
She didn’t believe it as she knows I am too much of a pussy to actually
pull something like that.
I don’t blame her though. She must’ve had alot going on.
I can’t find it in my heart to hate her and nor do I think I ever will.