I thought I'd done everything I could to hide my ex-friend on Facebook.
I unfriended any mutual friends that weren't really friends, just aquaintances.
I blocked her so I couldn't see any of her comments popping up on existing mutual friends statuses, walls or photos.
Yesterday was her 40th birthday.
I never forget birthdays.
When I turned 40, almost 3 years ago, I was still breastfeeding my 12 month old baby, and had a just-turned-four year old.
She was the closest friend I had at the time.
So, of course, I remembered her birthday yesterday.
But, of course, I didn't do anything about it.
My husband said, "Where's my invitation? I didn't do anything wrong."
I told him he was tarnished by association.
I knew she'd be having a big party.
She's a foodie.
She loves a party.
It was inevitable.
I didn't know any details, I hadn't heard a thing about it.
What you don't know, doesn't hurt you, right?
Then I was sent a jolt this morning as I read my Facebook updates.
I read this...