go back and down

It has been 4 years since I met her, my best friend’s mother. I believe it was at his birthday party, one i don’t seem to remember past all the time away in school. Anyway, My friend and I have been best of friends over these past years; we’ve slept at each other’s houses, we both know each other’s family, shit, he even got me into jazz and got me high for the first time. We have shared a lot over these years, even aspirations towards the future. I went on to college and stuck it out with the worst of struggles to make it in art school, meanwhile he pursued music at college in state…but thats not where the story is.

Over the years i’ve known him, i’ve grown close with his mother, in conversations over him. We both shared concerns and mutual outlooks on my friend. For her, it was her frustrations dealing with his manners, he always seemed to disrespect her, while I was polite. As time went on, my life seemed to become the polar opposite of his: I stayed in school, on top of my studies. I excelled at accomplishing my dreams, with a mother that I respected and was proud of me. My friend’s mother didnt have the same luck with her son…or her marriage. I was there to talk to her, to console her throughout her divorce. And even after 2 years of dealing with the split, she remained stoic about it…
After returning from my sophmore year away at college, I returned to find things have changed. My friend has since dropped out of college, lived in an apartment, struggling to make ends meet, whilst I continued to do well in school. Seemingly, their relationship has met an end and she told him to move out and make it on his own. I was upset but not as much as my friend’s mother. She was upset at all of the things that failed her, her marriage and now her son. I have always remained to be a friend and a listener to her. I guess after all of that, I have become something of a confidant and i think that I started to develop feelings for her and her situation. I wouldn’t know how much until just the other day. I came over to watch movies with her, as a part of being a friend and to spend time with her since my friend no longer lives there. He comes by every now and then, only to beg of money and divulge his latest “dream” of success…On that day, I came over, after my friend stopped by and we caught up on the times. I ended up staying over and watching a dozen movies with his mother on that couch after he left. In the end, it was enviable: I slept with my best friend’s mother. And I liked it.

Notes: 285 / 1 month ago from blogsecret