Thanks for your input. I think she was attempting "tough love" and she thought it was for my own good. As a former psychiatric patient, I am very fearful of people doing things to me "for my own good." Unfortunately, I have decided I must let this friendship go (after kind of weighing the good with the bad). I fear she is deleterious to my emotional health. I have to look after myself.
Since nobody asked, I'd like to tell you here what I did that was so awful. I'll just blurt it out and hope I can still be a participant of this very welcoming and tolerant board. If anybody wants to comment, please be aware that I know already that I was wrong. So here goes ...
I am a 40ish year old female and am happily childless. I have a friend who is a single mother and is happily so. I've taken rather a shine to her children. They are both girls, 7 and 11, and like to come over and play with our dogs and read horsey stories. Well, the oldest one was having a birthday. Weeks ago, I invited her to spend the day with me. My plan was to take the early ferry, go to a stable and go trail-riding for a couple of hours, then go have lunch at the A&W, pick up some birthday treats and then take the ferry back home.
All of these things happened and all of them were a smashing success, in the sense that she was radiating happiness the whole day and told her mother that it was one of the best days of her entire life. Okay, so far, so good, right? Here we go ...
Unfortunately, I had too much to drink the night before. I'm sort of a binge drinker. I have no problem whatsoever abstaining for weeks, if not months. However, if I ever have just one (especially if I'm in the sun), then I don't stop until I've had 19 and end up losing my credit card, sleeping in the passenger seat of the car (I never, ever drink and drive) with my foot in a salad. Well, obviously the credit card thing doesn't happen every time, nor the salad part. So, really, at my ripe old age, I should probably just remember that alcohol does not agree with me and remember not to do it. Usually, I do. Sometimes, I screw up. I screwed up Sunday night. I felt like crap Monday morning but I was perfectly sober. This was the extent of my indiscretion. I was a little queasy on the ferry.
So, what do you guys think?