Kaity went to Port Edwards today to visit overnight at her friends' house.
Bill and I drove her to Black River Falls and just dropped her off!
Seriously, her friends and their dad met us there to make the exchange. We give them our kid, and we get four hours of playtime at Majestic Pines. Sounded like a fair deal to me. After all, I can't go to Black River and NOT go to the casino, right?
Anyhow, it was nice to have a few hours just with the hubby. We don't get that much alone time just to be together. It certainly doesn't hurt that we were winning!
We were playing this super cute video slot machine--they are new ones where you have all these little fish, and these random fish bonuses come up all of the time. :D We had a good time taking someone else's money out of the casino and not leaving ours there!
On our way home, we were talking. We were talking about before we had our kids, and the friends we used to have. I say "used to" because we had one couple we were pretty close with. We did tons of stuff with them, but sometime after Mike was born they started to distance themselves from us. I know it was a conscious effort on their part that they distanced. Not exactly sure why though. I have always tried to figure it out.
Today, I think I did.
There was this one time--we went to the cities and spent the night in a hotel with them. We were heading to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival the next day. The trip had almost been called off for us because for the week or so before, I had been sick with an upper respiratory infection. But because it was going to be a fun weekend, and I was feeling better--we went.
The morning of the Renaissance, I still had a bit of a cough. So, I took my prescription cough syrup and didn't think twice about it.
It was wine tasting weekend at the Renaissance.
Needless to say, the wine and the cough syrup didn't mix and I was really sleepy and nearly passing out for a bit. It was not an intentional mix...
When we got back to the hotel later, the guy and I went to go to get snacks, while the gal and my hubby stayed back. On the car ride over to the store, the guy starts giving me this talk about how he "used to do that (mix alcohol and codeine) and how I was being stupid for doing it". I was confused at the conversation, because it was like a lecture--and it wasn't as if I did it on purpose. Maybe that wasn't evident to this person.
It was around this time that I was also struggling with the bipolar disorder, and had not even come close to being diagnosed yet. I don't think I had even been to a therapist yet, and if I had I hadn't liked the fact that he wanted me to see a shrink--I was not ready to face it.
Now, we used to drink and party. And I could drink with the boys and keep up. But I never EVER mixed prescription medication with alcohol intentionally to get drunk and high.
I think I have figured out the root to why these people, who were once very dear friends, distanced themselves from us.
I think they thought I was doing drugs.
I was erratic at times, yes. But it was the bipolar disorder that was the root of it all.
I just wonder what the truth to this situation is.
It is kind of sad, really. They stood up at our wedding as our witnesses, they were our very best friends. We put it off for awhile that our lives were becoming different when our son was born--theirs was getting older and in middle school by then. We didn't have all of the disposable income to travel and do stuff like we were able to before, they did.
And because we were starting our family, money was an issue. Maybe even more of an issue because I was struggling with the bipolar disorder. One always plays off the other with me. Handling money is my achilles' heel.
We have reached out to them over the years since. A couple of times sent Christmas cards, invited them to parties we had. Not a word back those times.
I wonder if maybe I said or did something unintentionally to upset or hurt them directly? I mean besides my erratic behavior and mixing of booze and cough syrup. I mean, if I did...I am sorry. I would have never intentionally did anything to piss off or upset these people. They were very good friends.
Does it even matter anymore?
Through Facebook, I have had little "chats" with the guy again, and the gal is on my friends' list too. Which I guess is good, forward progress.
It would be nice if we could all get together like we used to. But, maybe that is just the way life is and people go their separate ways for whatever reason. Maybe I over think everything and just shouldn't care.
Oh, I know I over think everything...
I may never know the whole truth.
Maybe I don't want to...
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