Dianna, you suck eggs.

Open letter to Dianna: I can't believe you have just forgotten I exist. Like our friendship was so insignificant that you can forget it! We were best friends for 10 years. We've been through thick and thin together. How many road trips did we take together, laughing all the way? How many times did we call each other Thelma and Louise? How many of your bodybuilding contests did we do together? Who the FUCK paid for your entry fees, your posing suits, your Pro-tan? Who paid for the gasoline, the hotel rooms, the restaurants? And who did it with a smile on her face? And who got shit on in the end? I'm pissed and I'm hurt that apparently I was nothing more than a pocketbook for all those years. Funny, I never minded paying for all that stuff. Back then, the money was never an issue. I guess I resent it now, because looking back at it from a distance, I feel used. At the time, I just thought you were an awesome athlete (I still do) and a great person who just needed a break. We decided to "sponsor" you because you acted so humbly and you worked so damned hard at your sport. And you succeeded when all the odds were against you. Now, I don't exist in your world and you are hardly in mine. I think of you often and wonder how you are. How strange that we no longer have a friendship. How sad that you no longer take part in contests. How heartbreaking that drinking became more important than either.