Even friends fight
just some dialogue
“When I was a kid, like, probably around six or seven years old, I would crawl out of this tiny window above the toilet in the bathroom and play out on the roof at night”, Merida sighed and ran a hand through her short, shaggy hair, “Remembering that now that I have kids of my own... absolutely terrifying.”
Her friend, Charlotte, took a sip of coffee from the mug resting in her hand. Only after she swallowed, and placed the mug back on the table did she reply, “You live in an apartment building with no roof access—I think you’re fine.”
“Hm, I’m not saying that I am specifically scared of them hurling themselves off of roofs during playtime. I’m just saying... I find it incredibly lucky that I didn’t accidentally kill myself when I was a kid, and I hate to think that it is luck keeping my kids alive on the day-to-day”, Merida frowned.
Charlotte rolled her eyes, “Listen, not trying to invalidate your feelings, but I really think you worry far too much about these things. Like, you literally don’t let your kids walk under the windows when you pass apartment buildings. And we live in New York City for fucks sake. I really don’t think you have just been leaving it up to luck for their survival.”
“Yeah well, I don’t really trust people to install those AC units correctly. Do you not think it’s crazy that people are allowed to install those without the help of a professional?” Merida drummed her fingers on the cafe table and shrugged, “I just don’t think you get it. It’s the kind of thing you can only feel when you have kids.”
Charlotte’s eyes narrowed and she chewed on her lip. She waited several moments before replying.
“It’s hard not to take offense to that Merida... You know I’ve been trying, and for you to say that is just extremely insensitive.”
Merida knocked her knuckles on the table, “Well you are being insensitive by combatting everything I say. I just feel like you always put me on the defense and never just listen”
Charlotte gathered her items and calmly stood.
“Are you actually serious Charlotte? Fine, whatever, I’m sorry.” Merida threw her hands in the air, “Just sit down.”
“Merida, sometimes, I really wonder if we would be friends if we hadn’t met when we were so young. All I have done, for my entire life, is listen to you. I curate everything around your wants, your needs. You though, you’re just a shit friend. And I need a break.” Charlotte turned and walked away, not looking back to see how Merida received her words.
As painful as it was, sometimes I wish people talked more honestly like this
Please tell me you did not crawl unto the roof out of that tiny window!!!!!!