Today, I was accused of sleeping with a female friend.
Today, also, I had a friend come to my house for the first time in about four years.
It felt so strange when she entered the front door. To see a living, breathing, friend step foot into where I reside. The last time I had a friend over was in middle school, and that had ended badly. He had touched and repositioned a globe precious to my mom, and she yelled at him right in front of me. Needless to say, that experience scarred me for quite some time and left me hesitant to have anyone over.
We both sent texts to our parents, and surprisingly, they acquiesced to our requests and allowed my friend to come over. Continue reading
the quiet voice 