First and foremost, I want you to know that if you cross me, I’m not afraid to put your ass on blast. If I feel the need to put you on blast, chances are, you deserve it. And trust you me, I have no problem saying it to your face – if you let me.

Second, please know, I am not always Super Bitch. Okay, fine, 99% of the time I am, but I really do have a good heart. I am generally quiet and reserved, but I absolutely refuse to allow people to walk all over me (I learned my lesson years ago) and I sure as hell will not allow someone to upset my children. (Mama Bear don’t play that way!)

I am the type of person that if we say, “hey, let’s go see this movie together when it comes out”, I will not go and see it without you. I will not invite a million people to go see it. I will wait until your schedule allows it so that we can go see the movie we agreed to see. (May be weird to some, but that is how much I stick to my word.)

If you invite me to something and I say I’m going to show up, chances are, I’ll probably not show up (hey, I’m being honest). If I

know

you and am comfortable with you, I will be there providing my anxiety allows for it. If you’re my best friend of many years, of course, I will be there. Not only that, but I’m one of those friends that will drop everything when you beckon me (and that goes for friends and acquaintances alike). That’s just the kind of friend I am.

I am also the type of friend that will be there through every bad thing (and the good things), but will be there to hash out some very immoral things with you and keep secrets that I would really prefer not to keep. Again, that’s just the kind of friend I am.

With that being said, I would

expect

a friend to do the same. Hell, I’d expect my

best friend

of many years to do the same. Not stand me up constantly. Not

use me

as a decoy without my knowledge. Not upset my children on what to her is a very important day in her life. (And by some small, miniscule chance you read this – the first question out of her mouth was asking where you were.)

I expect my friends to be the type of friend I am.

Is that too much to ask?