Two little words ruined our friendship.
When I was in my twenties, I had a crazy best friend. We worked side-by-side in a glam job where the hours were long but there were plenty of perks, including lots of free alcohol. To put it mildly, we had a good time.
We both moved on to other jobs, but stayed in touch. Then I fell madly in love and got married. I never planned to have kids, but suddenly I wanted to, with this man. I got pregnant. I loved it.
When I had my baby boy, I turned into a real earth mother. I carried him with me in a sling everywhere I went. We co-slept, and my husband was fine with that. I breastfed my baby whenever he wanted it, which turned out to be a lot. I took a full year off work so I could be with him. He was happy, and so was I.
When my baby was a couple of months old, my friend invited me to her 30th birthday party. It was going to be a sit-down dinner, for just her few closest friends. I texted her to ask if I could bring my son, and she said no. No kids. Child free as she called it. She didn't want that kind of party.
I felt hurt. I'd never been apart from my baby, and I didn't want to start by driving to the other side of the city for a whole evening. What if my baby needed me? I'd tried to express milk, but it didn't work for me. I didn't feel ready to leave him.
I said no to the invitation.
Clearly, my friend just didn't get me anymore.