I had dinner with one of my childhood friends last night, and it was amazing how easy it was to be with someone that has known you since five. There is a certain comfort in not having to explain why you are the way you are and discuss how our backgrounds affect our present.
Girlfriends from the past and present day girlfriends are so important to women that we often mistake a toxic person disguised in sheep’s clothing as a “genuinely concerned” friend ie frenemy. When this happens, it is doubly cutting because women generally bond by confiding. Finding out someone is not a true friend hurts enough, but finding out that you gave a part of your heart to them hurts even more.
I address this phenomena in my novel. The protagonist is betrayed by someone who should have known better. I have a feeling it is going to get a little hot for someone in this situation given the true girlfriends the protagonist has.
“Lizze was obviously not to be underestimated, a “bless your heart bitch” who was a bit of a relationship junkie if you asked Morgan. Her constant relationship status changes on Facebook were always interesting. Lizzie Simmons is “Divorced.” Lizzie Simmon is “In a relationship and it’s complicated.” Lizzie Simmons is “in a relationship.” Morgan wished there was a Lizzie Simmons “needs to mind her own fucking business and stop spreading gossip” button on Facebook.”