They would know your celebrity husband because you're both delusional, and be able to recite the exact shade and brand of your favorite lipstick like they did the Pledge of Allegiance in 3rd grade.
While I was getting closer to coming home, she kept telling me that a lot of things around campus had changed.
I assumed the privileged were still acting privileged - private college problems - or that she and her then ex/current/ex boyfriend had officially broken up and gone their separate ways.
Right after that, my phone rings and it's her asking me to come to her room before heading to the party.
I was in disbelief and hurt, but I tried to stay calm and give her the benefit of the doubt because over these four months she must have forgotten that I'm crazy.
We had always got on really well and remained friends after the divorce. I know it sounds like a bad idea and there are plenty of fish in the sea. She's a hotter younger more honest version of her sister I know I'll go to bed deciding not to pursue it and the next time I see her I'll start the inner debate all over again. Do you think that ten years down the line , she won't look back and wish she had her family around? The few friends I've told all thinks it's a really bad idea. That is a lot different than just DATING her sister. If I were the sister, I would not be into this, unless I wanted to get revenge on my sis for some reason. lol That's a little better, but still..bueno with the sister. She even suggested half jokingly moving in with me when she was moving house.
I know it would cause problems between them but I am very attracted to her and I think it's mutual. Was it a mutual thing to get a divorce or was one of you more "into" it than the other? I've known her for nearly twenty years and we are like family in a way.But instead, I got that “I'm actually liking it here and I have real friends” and “I'm happier than ever”.Being what seemed a world away to me and having been caught up in my own love bubble, I didn't think anything of what she said other than that she was happy which made me happy for her.I kept backpacking the world having crazy European sex with the man who struck my fancy my last two months abroad. Stepping on American soil and turning my phone off of airplane mode for the first time in four months, reality sunk in and the messages began to flood my phone asking me about this and that, whether I was coming to the senior party or not, have I talked to my supposed best friend or not lately.All which jet lagged me responded half comatose with a variation of “yeah”, “why? Being back on campus was like stepping into the Twilight Zone.People I didn't know were hugging me and asking me about my trip.