by Kathy Jolly

Created on: June 07, 2008   Last Updated: October 31, 2008

My Best and Truest Friend

I have pondered this issue over and over the last few months. I naively thought I knew who my true friends were until a situation I never expected came up with devastating repercussions. I found myself temporarily staying with a friend I have known and cherished for about ten years now. We have worked together, laughed together, cried together and I was there for her when her son died. I have watched her go through divorce and devastating grief. I prayed for her and thought of her and cried for her, waiting for her to come back to herself. I never once judged her and spoke ill of her like so many of her "friends" did. I just accepted her as she was and loved her anyway. I even lost a friendship with another mutual friend because I would not agree with her about how this person was living her life. I did not mourn the loss of that so-called friend.

Now, when I came to stay with my friend, I was at an all time low in my life. I have never been that close to giving up as I was at that time. This person helped me pick myself back up and walk again with the help of my very best friend from high school. Together, these two remarkable women helped me heal myself and move on. I will be forever grateful. I was actually suicidal at one point.

At the time that i moved in with my friend, another couple was staying with her. Shortly after I moved in, both of them lost/quit their jobs. They did not work for several months. Now I had known forever it seems like, that my friend kept money in her bedroom. It was a well-known secret. I never even thought about it. If I didn't have money, I made do until I had earned it. It was just the way I was raised. I had began staying away on weekends and only was at my friends house during the week while I was working. The living situation there had become so tense that I preferred to stay away on my off days. The couple was supposed to be getting jobs and moving into their own house and my friend and I had made plans for our living arrangement that suited us both. I thought we were happy.

Now, I am a very passionate and hot tempered individual, but not confrontational. I came home one Sunday afternoon to everyone outside and I could feel the animosity and hostility when I walked in. My friend told me that she had $3000 stolen from her room. I asked if she was sure when it was stolen and who did she think had done it. She was upset and did not know. I went about my business and went to my room to get ready for my

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