I used to claim that although I could be as catty and competitive as the next girl, I never ever started a feud with another woman, but only responded when others began sending me that competitive vibe.

I'm pretty sure I was full of shit about that.

There's a woman whom I admire greatly and see a few times a month. She's intelligent, beautiful, and cultured. She has a good job and can afford extremely nice clothes and expensive hair treatments.

She seems increasingly edgy with me, and my first impulse is to wonder what her damned problem is. But I know I can be as passive-aggressive as the next person. I also know that I suspected my husband of having a crush on her for a while. (He denies this.) So there's every possibility that I've been oozing animus toward her without quite admitting it to myself.

The trick is to figure out what sorts of bullshit I've been pulling, and apologize for it.

I'm too old for this shit, and it's time to nip it in the bud.

Posted by: Attila Girl at 09:01 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment
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