Ah, delusion. It’s the perfume some people wear so thickly, they can’t smell the truth even when it’s wafting around the room in bold neon letters. So there I was, casually mentioning to someone from the old circle that we were all friends once, trying to be gracious (as always). She paused, raised an eyebrow, and replied… Read More “Just Someone We Used to Play Tennis With…” 🎾💅(aka: Not Quite the Friend He Thought He Was)