Nice Neighbour who turned bad it was a pleasure to have you become my friend when I moved to the area. I truly thought we had a genuine friendship. OK, I was naive at first when I moved to the place where House Wives of OC is filmed and didn’t have the skillset to see who is bad and good in the area. Little did I know you were enjoying to look and pick me apart to others. You were the textbook Desperate Housewife Character, or Housewives of OC or a role model for the definition of backstabbing
I saw the signs you were no good as the friendship developed, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I started to see it when you would always have something mean to say about everyone. I actually believed what you said about others and then one day I realized I need to question you. Why? Because the day before you spent the better part of the day telling me tons of mean stuff about a neighbor and then I call you up the next day and you are out having lunch with her. If I have something mean to say about someone I don’t hang out with them. This was a red flag.
So then as you got to know me you gossiped about me. But guess what someone was smart enough to tell me and I decided to confront you. You had no sorry, or compassion for me. But just wanted to know who told me. You went on to make sure the neighborhood didn’t like me, yes they play your game scared to get on your bad side.
How did I feel when you got all the neighbors to stop talking or even smiling at me if we passed each other well, it was lonely, very lonely, you were my only friend in the area I had, my husband worked long days and nights, I was new to the area and a new mother. Now that one friend I trusted with even some of my secrets spread them and twisted things to make me look bad to others and turn a neighborhood and a full community against me.
The other neighbors avoided me, for about three to four years no one waved or said hi when they use to before. They still don’t but I don’t care because payback happened. Your so call perfect marriage fell apart. By the way, your husband now ex-was always kind and a good man. Your big mansion home you moved to had to get sold. So you had to move back on our street. I let you feel uncomfortable around me when you pass me because I will not have someone like you talk away my happiness and my security. I am open for you to say I am sorry to me, and I forgive you but still keep a distance. Because I have made some amazing friends since the time we parted and they are kind, caring and real and blessed to have them in my life.