Tragically, the girl I talked bitched about in this post had a miscarriage this week. Apart from feeling very sad for her, I also feel like a grade A bitch for calling her a drama queen. I am pleased that I cleared the air with her after the spa and have been texting her this week and sent her flowers. But still.
This journey teaches you so much about yourself. I seem to have got to the point where I’m convinced that bad things only happen to me and not to the people I know (for the most part). I just naturally assume that everything will be hunky dory for them.
Which I guess makes me not just a bitch, but a self-absorbed bitch to boot.