Staring at the text, I am incredulous and feel sick; a familiar prick of tears in my eyes. It is from my so-called friend, informing me that she’s not coming to the music festival we have been planning for months, which starts in less than 24 hours. She’s ‘too tired’. No phone call. No apology – despite the fact that tickets have been bought and accommodation booked.
It’s not the first time. There’s the occasion she promised to DJ at my party, then dropped out at the last minute when she got a better offer. And I recall when she consoled me postbreakup, then became best mates with my ex. Our friendship is like being on a rollercoaster: sickening at times, but great fun at others.
Good, bad and ugly