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Divorce Made It Too Painful to Return to the Jersey Shore
But my ‘Bestie Sister’ was still waiting for me 10 years later
“Come visit me,” she says. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” I say. “But I can’t.”
“Why not?” she says.
“I can’t afford it,” I say. “And I have too much on my plate. I have to get through this never-ending divorce.”
“Don’t you miss the shore?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say.
I’m talking to my ‘bestie sister.’
Technically, my ex-husband should have gotten her in our divorce.
We met when we were 23 and 24 on a New Year’s Eve weekend in Eagles Mere. A historic resort town in the Pennsylvania mountains. She had just begun dating one of my then boyfriend’s friends.
I remember arriving that night.
She was sitting on the couch.
She barely looked up while swiping her red nail polish back and forth. Okay, I thought no warm greeting from this girl. I’m not sure if I’m going to like her.
But then she realized I had a little FU in me too.
I can thank my Brooklyn parents for that.