B.C. Forbes said that jealousy was a mental cancer.

Found out today that my childhood ex-best friend got married. She looked…happy.

This selfish, miserable person who never appreciated the sacrifices her father had to make as a single parent supporting a family of five; this person who thrived on male attention and went so far as to steal another girl’s boyfriend even though she had a boyfriend already; this person who ran away from home simply because her father refused to let her date a loser who was clearly bad news; this person who drove a wedge between her boyfriend and his family simply because she didn’t like his mother — and the reason she didn’t like the woman was because she didn’t bend over backwards to kiss her ass.

And yet…this woman found someone to love her.

Yeah, okay.

I guess what pissed me off was when my mother said I should be happy for her.

Why? Why should I feel happy for this person who stopped speaking to me because I "disapproved" of her boyfriend? What the fuck was I supposed to think when all I ever heard about him was a long list of his faults and every little last thing that he did wrong? Why should I be happy for this person who stopped talking to me when I started to see just a smidgen of success in my career?

Why can't I just be...indifferent?