You just aren’t accepting that your friendship has changed. You aren’t even ready for the change. Not only that, you can’t control the change. But you can control yourself. You have some tuff decisions to make. First, you need to figure out how to dress from head to toe in plastic. According to the countless hours I’ve watched CSI draping yourself in plastic is the only way not to leave any transfer evidence at the scene. Second, you have to chose a weapon. Knives are more personal but guns get the job done with way less effort. Third, you need to figure out where to dump the not-foursome-chick’s body. If you put her in a body of water, be sure to cut open her stomach so her body doesn’t float to the surface.

Oh wait, you don’t want to commit a crime?? Well hell, I don’t know what to tell you.

I think you hit the nail on the head, though. I haven’t accepted the change in friendship, although it’s been there for a while. It didn’t happen overnight, but I think that because this is the first time that because we didn’t take our normal “foursome picture” or spend the time alone - it hit hard. And you’re also right about not being ready. I never thought that I’d HAVE to be ready. I think that’s the part that has me so discombobulated!