The toilet tantrum
She slapped me during the reception.
Her dress had this massive organza skirt. It was beautiful but utterly impractically designed. It took at least three of us to hold up her skirt so she could use the restroom.
On the second trip to the restroom, with all of us holding this dress up while she hovered over the toilet, she ordered me to wipe her.
She. Ordered. Me. To. Wipe. Her.
I declined.
So she slapped me.
The skirt was dropped by all parties while I shouted obscenities at her. She screamed that if I didn’t do this for her, this friendship was over.
She tried to apologize years later, and seemed surprised when I was not interested in rekindling our friendship.
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