And so all of the frustrations I’d been repressing—about our friendship, about my stagnant love life, about living up to Allie’s overpriced expectations of me—escaped from my mouth like a bottle exploding.
A few minutes later, my phone rang again. I didn’t recognize the number, so I let it hit voicemail before listening to a strange, Splenda-sweet message from Becky, one of Allie’s bridesmaids.
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“Hi Laura, Allie’s decided that she’d feel more comfortable if you don’t take part in the wedding festivities. Call me if you have any questions; thanks!”
A wave of relief washed over me. “No maid-of-honor toast for me!” I thought as I drove home with tears in my eyes.
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Epilogue: After I left an apologetic message, Allie decided she wanted me at the wedding, but not in the wedding. I ended up attending as a guest—and she promoted another bridesmaid to the maid-of-honor position. It was the most awkward evening of my life, but I was glad to be there. Our friendship is still recovering.