Laura looked beautiful, she had gone for a pampering morning as that was my gift to her. Sadly, over the years she did let herself go, not only in that she didn’t take care of her looks, but her spirit had dimmed and by sending her for the royal treatment I could see that by looking good it filled her with a positive energy.
“God ya look great!”
“I have you to thank”
“You have to spend some time on yourself, know that you deserve it and you’ll always look this good”
“I think that’s the problem, I don’t feel as if I do deserve it. A woman called this morning asking for Frank and I know it’s not work related. After telling her that he stepped out and if I could take a message, all she said was that I should tell Frank she’d be late for their meeting tomorrow night”
The look of shock and disbelief was evident on my face and couldn’t help but want to drag her from hair and take her away from the life she had succumbed to. Yes, we all have a choice in life, and if we choose to live a certain way, we can’t blame anyone else but ourselves.
It killed me that Laura didn’t see that. I knew she was afraid, scared to get out there on her own with 2 kids and working only part time she felt she could make it on her own, so she stayed and put up with a cheating husband and empty soul and a spirit that had died long ago.
“Laura, there are 30 people coming over today and to be honest you’ll have to put on an Academy Award performance, so let’s get the show on the road”
“You’re the best, Tara and I just hope I don’t stab my mother in law or husband today”, she smiled as she said this and I could see a glimmer of the girl I used to know. We were so close way back when, and over the years we had grown apart due to the directions we chose, the choices we made which ultimately also influences who our friends are in our present life.
The people starting coming in, her mother in law kept coming into the kitchen and I finally said to her, “too many cooks in the kitchen we don’t need!”
She glared, put her hands on her hips and walked away…..
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