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A friend called me tonight and pointed out that we’ve been friends for 30 years now. I couldn’t believe it and said, “Can’t be, I’m not even that old.” Of course, I couldn’t fool her, but the number startled me. It also reminded me of how special the friendship really is to have lasted this long. We both have spouses and live in different states, but have shared many of life’s ups and downs over three decades.

Knowing her as well as I do, we can say anything to each other, no matter how difficult and tonight, I knew something wasn’t right in her voice. A few months ago, she had finished her third round of chemo for melanoma and was given a clean bill of health. The cancer had totally vanished and not a trace was seen on her scans. Of course, there was always the possibility that it would come back. A couple of days ago, she felt another lump in her leg and will be returning to the doctor later this week for who knows what kind of news.

My friend is not parked, but the damn melanoma is.

Did you ever have an ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend, who can’t break the ties? I am still being contacted after repeatedly telling my ex to stop. We broke up about six years ago and she just doesn’t get it… that I don’t like her as a person and never will. Some exes just don’t make good friends. She’s the kind that if you let her in even a little, she’ll latch onto you, and won’t leave you alone. Besides that, she’s a manipulative liar, a drama queen.

After my explicit emails to leave me alone about 2 years ago, I set up an email rule in Outlook to automatically delete anything with her name or email address in it. Well, tonight I had to go into my Deleted Folder to check for an email thought to be deleted by mistake and saw one unopened from her, sent last week. Part of me didn’t want to open it and part wanted to know what the weirdo wanted. With the encouragement of my wife (yes she knows the whole story), I opened it. Her words were her usual fake niceties and she wanted to hire me for professional services. No, I’m not going to respond, but added it to the Stalker folder I set up just for her for documentation, just in case.

The crappy part is that she now works in the same building complex as me, so I have to see her car every week. We haven’t run into each other yet and I’m not sure she even knows I work there.

I just call her PSYCHO to myself and laugh! Parked beyond parked.