RECIPE FOR DISASTER

I have always dreaded the end of June.  Not for the Melbourne rain that winter brings but the fact that my birthday falls on the 29th of this month.  On it's own this day never phased me,  another year.... another number,  but since I met 'her' this day had become my nightmare.
One particular birthday stands out among the rest.  It ended up being the worst of the past 6 years, yet proved to eventually be the best.
'Her' birthday was the day after mine and every year we tried to organize something to do together.  Now you would think this would be a blessing, joint parties, sharing a special moment together... not the case.
The first year, when we met, we could't believe our birthdays were a day apart.  Thinking fate had brought such two special people together we believed our friendship was destined to be everlasting.
We met through a mutual friend and the moment we met ,we clicked instantly.  Sharing so many secrets and forming a trust I had with no other.  During our friendship I was going through a detremental marriage, a lot of abuse with no work, money or family turn to.  'She' became my family...'she' became everything to me.  'She' was also going through a bad relationship so we were there for each other.  We even exchanged rings with each other that were from passed family members as a symbol that we were soul mates.
After a few years we really got to know each others strengths and weaknesses, we had basically everything in common apart for one thing...she used my weaknesses against me.  She had a lot of friends and a tight family unlike myself I had moved to Melbourne on my own with only the clothes on my back.
I was invited to most of her family gatherings and parties with her friends and this is when I noticed 'she' was not all I thought she was.  For reasons I can only see now she was an extremely insecure person, as was I but we went about it in totally different ways.  For someone who was supposed to be on my side she began to show otherwise, defending my husband in our abusive fights and then telling me it was all in my head.  This was the first occassion but one that sticks closest to my heart.  
One thing she enjoyed most was talking about me as the third person with a group of friends, using a different name but knowing all too well it was a circumstance we had just spoke of.  I would pull her aside and ask why she would do this to me?  Her response was always the same..."I would never do something like that to you hun".
Birthdays were the worst...Our  joint parties kept a pattern of consistantly being on her terms surrounding herself with her friends and making it all about her.I felt like an insect caught in a spiders web and just as an insect is drawn to light I kept on flying into her trap.
Last year I decided to hold a party at my house where I had full control of who came and to make  sure I was actually having a birthday this time.  'She' said this was a bad idea because no one would come out this way.  Through her cunning little plan we ended up having our last party at her house.
I agreed to pay for half of everything and help with organizing the house...I ended up paying for almost everything and cleaning her whole house!...
We ended up having a huge fight just hours before people were to arrive, she even kicked me out of my own party.  
The nightmare had begun...
Asking me to come back we had a drink and tried to move on,but how do you bury 6 years of a failing friendship in one night...I now have the recipe for this so I can tell you how.

Firstly you add a 'pinch of jealousy'.....Stir for about half an hour.
Then add a bunch of people....continue to stir.
When this mixture looks 'well beaten'...Put aside...
Now take aside your best friends' boyfriend....Add a 'mouthful of sugar'
If he's not sweet enough on you add honey and make sure your girlfriend is humiliated in front of the crowd by putting her down.
Bake for at least 2 more hours or until she feels burnt.
If she gets stuck to the sides of the pan just shake her outside until she falls out.
Feeling well overdone I left this friendship....

She called me weak but I know that no weak person could endure a friendship like that for as long as I did..
Subconsciuosly I know the reason I agreed to this party was to end our broken friendship.  I knew the outcome was going to hurt but little did she realize I had become strong enough to walk away...
Thus this last birthday...was 'our' last birthday forever....