My gal Sam.

Sam


Last year Al announced her decision to marry F. Since then, a LOT has happened in the lives of us best friends. So while Al rode off into the Middle Eastern sunset with her prince charming, Sai raised a little boy, Ash dedicated herself to her two little girls, M focused on a joint career and business with her mr right, it left us four single girls to continue to battle with our curses. How we battled only we know. I have to admit I battled the least, not having chosen anyone from the pool of “wrong” recently I was fairly safe. For me, I suppose the worst that could be said was that I suffered the curse of being single. Some would say that alone is a cruel joke. But I was single in New York, having the time of my life. But for my other three girls, the curse was brutal to them- is brutal to them in a bittersweet kind of way.
So now I’ll tell you about my gal Sam. She gave her heart to a boy when we were just 16 or 17. Nine years later and after many many ups and downs, she still felt the same way about him and he seemed to feel the same way about her too. The curse was playing a cruel game with them. It was never going to let them end up together.
The curse won.
It was a bitter and sad end to what I will declare was true love for however long it lasted and however terribly it ended. But if the curse really did win, how would one explain her ecstasy a year later, one month ago, when she told me she finally met the man she wanted to be with forever. A man. Not a boy.

To be honest I was not completely on board. I thought the curse was just playing evil tricks with her. I asked her time and again if she was sure. I could not help thinking that the curse had disguised itself and was coming around to tease her and go for a double blow - the ultimate thing to do because it was so pissed at Al, Sai, M and Ash for beating it down. It was coming after Sam with turbo power.
It was not until I believed Sam was truly and completely happy with her decision that I realized what had happened. The curse indeed had won the first time around in the game with Sam but she is a force to be reckoned with. She cannot be crushed. She got right back up looked the curse in the eye and first said, “screw you” and then, “take that”. I can almost hear the curse whimpering away, injured and insulted that it failed yet another friend after it came so close to nearly destroying one of us.
What the curse does not realize is that while it is individually trying to bring down each of us, all 8 of us, together, as a packaged deal are working to protect one another from it. Even though out of the three left now, two are not in the most practically ideal relationships but each of us know that, together, we have the strength to take this curse and shove it.
So in the spirit of Sam giving you the boot, we have just one thing left to say to you ‘B Curse’;

BRING IT ON, BITCH!