The Seductive Friend
I first met her in high school.
She was
older than I, and exciting.
She’d been around.
My parents warned me to have nothing
to do
with her. They claimed no
good could come
from our relationship.
But I kept meeting her on the
side. She
was so sophisticated and worldly.
She made me
feel grown up just being with
her. It was fun to
take her to a party in those days.
She was
almost always the center of attention.
We began seeing more of each other
after I started college.
When I got a place of
my own, she was a frequent guest.
It wasn’t
long before she moveD in with
me. It may
have been common-law, but it was
heart-
breaking for my parents.
I kept reminding
myself I wasn’t a kid anymore.
Besides it was
legal.
We lived together right through
college
and into my early days in business.
I seldom
went anywhere without her, but
I wasn’t blind.
I knew she was unfaithful to me.
What’s
worse, I didn’t care. As
long as she was there
for me when I needed her (and
she always
was) it didn’t matter.
The longer we lived together,
the more
attracted I became to her.
But it wasn’t mutual.
She began to delight in making
me look
foolish in front of my friends.
But still I couldn’t
give her up.
It became a love/hate relationship.
I figured
out that her glamour was nothing
more
than a cheap mask to hide her
spite and cynicism.
I could no longer see her beauty
after I
came to know her true character.
But old habits are hard to break.
We had
invested many years in each other.
My relationship
with her made me lose a little
respect
for myself, but I didn’t care
anymore. We didn’t
have friends over. It was
just the two of
us. I became deeply depressed
and knew
that she was largely responsible
for my misery.
I finally told her I was
leaving for good. It
took a lot of guts but I left.
I still see her around.
She’s as beautiful
as when we met. I still
miss her now and
then. I’m not boasting when
I say she’d take
me back in a minute. But
by the grace of
God, I will never take up with
her again.
If you see her, give her my regards.
I
don’t hate her. I just loved
her too much.
Chances are you know her family.
The
name is alcohol.
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