Limes with Orange

It's interesting how some people are quick to assume that you're talking about them in a blog post. To those people: Just because you're connected to the topic in question, doesn't mean you are the person I am referring to. All you need to do is read the details and it should be clear to the people involved who I'm actually talking about. As for reading negative things into my comments and assuming they're directed to you… well, that's not what I wrote, that wasn't my intention, so that interpretation is coming from you and you only.

I find myself wondering what makes somebody assume that someone else is talking about them: A guilty conscience? Insecurity? A gossipy friend? I truly don't know. But it's a self-fulfilling prophecy, because now I really am talking about you.

I don't appreciate having a friend of many years take the word of near strangers over mine. I don't appreciate being told that I didn't help with the wedding when I designed, printed and helped assemble the invitations; when I drove around with you looking at tiaras and veils and flowers; when I helped you figure out the flowers that would be just perfect for your bouquets and boutonnieres; when I found the photos of bouquets and boutonnieres incorporating those flowers for you to show the florists; when I assembled a list of florists in your neighbourhood to make your search quicker and easier; when I went to the salon with you for your hairstyle consultation; when I made the appointment that you were too uncomfortable to make with the caterer and went with you to that appointment, even though it was at an ungodly hour for me; when I put together a list of readings that you might want to use in your ceremony and you actually chose to use two of them; when I put together the list of music you requested to choose from for the processionals; when I was the one who encouraged you to invite your friends and not just your family; when I desperately tried to arrange a bridal shower for you which you kept on insisting you didn't want (but you have conveniently forgotten that last part), so I respected your wishes on that count; when I went with you and paid for your manicure and pedicure as a replacement for that shower that you said you didn't want (an arrangement that we'd made this summer that you also apparently forgot); when I went to the seamstress with you for all of your fittings (except for the one time when I was in a workshop that I absolutely couldn't miss); when I dealt with said seamstress after you were stunned and devastated and asked for my help, but you've now apparently decided I was the villain of that particular play.

Yes, there were some things that I missed out on but most of those were things that you didn't bother to include me in. There was a time when you wanted to involve me in everything, but there was also a time that you told me I was the best friend you'd ever had. Obviously that's changed but I don't know when or why. All I know is that my conduct in this friendship did not change. And I know that I knocked myself out trying and wanting to help you with this wedding, so my conscience is clear.

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