Jan and I, along with a lot of other people, hung out when we were young. We partied and went to clubs. I got married at 25 and had my baby girl at 26. My partying days were behind me and a lot of my old friendships faded. It happens.
Accusing me of having “skeletons under my bed” is just ridiculous. Like what? When I was a teenager, I went to clubs? I kissed a boy before Joe? Stop the freakin’ presses.
It’s all true. Once upon a time, I was young and had fun. You got me! Now I’m older and I have another kind of fun with my husband and three children. Yes, I’ve changed! As bad as I am at counting, I know there’s a difference between 21 and 34.
The bottom line: Jan and I were friends for five minutes, a million years ago. We grew apart. She chose to lie about me for 15 minutes. Whatever. I wish her well and God bless.