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She sat down opposite the other woman and lit up a cigarette. A cup of good strong coffee, a cigarette...now the serious discussion could begin.
Flicking her unruly hair away from her eyes, she faced the other woman, her eyes narrowing as she started the accusations.
"You have always got more attention that me," she almost shouted.
"We've known each other all our lives, and you were always the popular one. I made a new friend, you would entice her away from
me. I got Bob Miller to notice me, you stole him too."
The other woman stared back at her, face a bit flushed with eyes growing wild.
"Me?" she bellowed as she took a long drag from her cigarette. "I carried you at
school. I made all the friends, and you just wanted to take them from me. I was the one with the 'get up and
go,' and you just couldn't be bothered to try and make a life for
yourself. You had to be in mine all the time. Don't you think sometimes, just sometimes, I would have liked to see other people
socially. You always stopped me. You don't own me!"
She lowered her gaze as the other woman's words penetrated her brain.
They were friends weren't they? Friends were always there for each other twenty-four
seven. Yes, she was and always had been shy, but the other woman had never let on that she resented her always being
around. Why was she saying these things now? Why try to hurt her? Wasn't her life bad enough at the
moment? She needed a friend, her closest friend to comfort her, talk to her, not to shout and holler abuse!
There was no one else about; it was as if the two of them were the only ones in the world.
She put out her hand to touch the other woman's hand, but there was a barrier between
them. They faced each other again.
The other woman bit her lower lip then said, "I'm sorry I got so heated. We do go back one hell of a long
way. It's just that sometimes I wish you would stand on your own two feet a bit more. You act as though the world owes you a
living. Get yourself a job; polish up your office skills; change your hairstyle;
do something!"
She nodded as if in agreement, she knew the other woman was correct. Life had always been a struggle for
her. She likened it to climbing a mountain. She got so far, and suddenly life knocked you back down
again. The trouble was that each time you were knocked back down, it made it a bloody sight harder to summon up the energy to climb back up again.
"I'll try, I haven't been feeling myself for a long while now. Things are starting to get better though, and I am going to change my hairstyle, although I am in two minds what style to
choose."
The other woman looked straight at her and smiled. That was the most positive statement that she had made in a very long time.
"Well done!" the other woman said warmly. "You know you can do it; it's just a matter of picking yourself up and giving yourself a talking
to."
She looked at her watch. Goodness it was almost midday. Where had the time gone?
She put a brush through her hair and freshened up her lipstick.
"Goodbye," she said to the other woman...
She turned away from the dressing table mirror and got up from the little
stool. She'd have to rush now. After all, she had an appointment to keep. Doctor Sherper liked to see her on a weekly basis to discuss any problems she had come up against since their last
meeting. Having a split personality disorder could be really tough at times!
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