I made the big one probably 8 or 9 years ago now, as a gift for a girl I thought was my best friend. She collects all things celestial and she loved it (and every time I went to her house to hang out, I loved it more too *grin*). Sometime later, I had many times to be thankful for her friendship as she snuck me popsicles in the hospital, and washed my hair.... But the truth was, at that very same time she was plotting and planning one of the worst betrayals of my life - which I found out about not too many days after I was released home via ambulance and before my wounds were even healed... She's a large part of the reason the only "family" I have live in Chile and struggle every day and why I'm not watchin' the grandson of my heart grow up. If my boy had stayed here... well... he'd most likely be done with graduate school and livin' a different kind of life. ::sigh::
So now it is what it is, but I was thinkin' about it today as I looked at that moon and it takes some kinda balls (or lack thereof) to betray somebody in such a mean and hurtful way - while talkin' honey to their face. Specially when the person bein' betrayed can't even hold their own popsicle... Just sayin'. She very well could be reading this blog right this minute. Matter of fact, it's very likely she is. In secret. So if she is, she knows what she did and I'm not gonna be the one to judge her... but I want my big, gorgeous moon BACK! Dammit.