A girl I was once very mean to is having a baby.
I've contacted her to offer any help that I can give, and she graciously accepted.
Now how was I mean to this girl? I completely pretended to be her friend and silently detested her.
Why did I do this? Because she had once kissed my boyfriend. And because I was judging her instead of loving her. I was sending out hateful fucking energy about someone who really thought I was her friend. Not BFF's, but friendly enough she had no reason to think I said awful things about her to my then boyfriend.
I was jealous, and I was a bitch. And I'm happy for both of us that I might be able to help her along with some things that not all her friends can empathize with. I'm even more happy to give her a pregnancy-empathizer friendship because women can be awful about sharing scary experiences in an already intimidating situation.
Sometimes when we fuck life lessons up, we end up having to go back through them. The universe is giving like that, which I find intensely reassuring.
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