I met Mary Jo when I was a kid. I guess I was about 13. She was a friend of a friend and she also knew a lot of the people in my family, that being said, I thought I could trust her. When we were growing up, Mary Jo liked to come over and hang out with my friends and I pretty often, but I didn’t care for her company all that much. She kind of left a bad taste in my mouth. youknowutiment? Mary Jo and I ended up going our separate ways.
Several years later I found out that Mary Jo was living next door to me. It happened by accident actually. I was next door with Mable and Archy (trust me, I wish I made those names up for real) just hanging out talking like neighbors do sometimes when out of nowhere Archy introduces me to his friend, Mary. I was like.. “OH MY GOD!! WE KNOW EACH OTHER!!!” What a small world it is sometimes, right??!? Anyway, Mable, Archy, Mary Jo and I kind of hung out for a little while. It was nice to see Mary Jo- she took my divorce off of my mind. Everything seemed to be going just fine until Mary Jo decided to be a bitch. She started acting all weird and then out of nowhere, she punched me in the face. I couldn’t see!!! I kind of started freaking out so I went home. When I got home I was shaking and my vision hadn’t returned. Remembering that I had a sink full of water in the kitchen, I leaned over and started splashing my face, but it didn’t help. All I know is that my (ex)mother-in-law and her sister came to get me and take me to the hospital. They kept asking me what happened and no way in hell was I going to tell them about Mary Jo. I told them I took a pill for a headache and I must of had a reaction to it.
Once at the hospital a medic named Jerry took my blood to run labs as a precaution, and asked me a lot of questions. I kept telling him the same story I had told my (ex)mother-in-law… he wasn’t buying it. He started getting loud and rude with me, and I told him that I would remember his name and when I felt better, I’d find his ass. He laughed- which pissed me off even more. Jerry kept saying that he was concerned about the dried blood in my hair. I kept telling him that nothing happened to my head.. I hadn’t hit it…. that I knew of anyway. Jerry finally says to me, “Brandy, you have to tell me what you did or I can’t help you. I swear it will stay between us.” So I started crying like a baby and I told Jerry about bumping into Mary Jo again after many years of not seeing her, and about my divorce, and how Mary Jo punched me and I couldn’t see and that’s all I knew. And I didn’t want my husband to find out about this or he’d try to take my kids away…
Jerry’s harsh tone softened. He asked me how often I saw Mary Jo and I told him again, I hadn’t seen her since I was like 13. I told him we weren’t really friends but when I saw her, I thought it would be nice to catch up for the night, just to forget about all that was going wrong in my life. Jerry said he understood and wished me well and made me promise I’d not hang out with Mary Jo again because she was a bad friend to have. I promised, and that was that. After several hours I got to go home.
The next morning when I woke up, I ran a shower. While I was waiting for the water to get hot I looked at myself in the mirror. Blood? Where did the blood come from? I kept feeling my scalp but there weren’t any cuts or bumps anywhere. I was so confused and had no idea why I had dried blood all around my face in my hairline.
After the shower I felt better. I started piddling about the house, picking up and putting away. The kids would be home from their dads soon so I wanted to have everything done. I noticed that the kitchen sink still had the dinner dishes soaking from the night before. Spaghetti. Yuk. As the water went out I noticed a thick red-orange grease line left behind. I fell out laughing. Remember, I had splashed water on my face trying to snap myself out of Mary Jo’s blow… it wasn’t dried blood in my hairline, it was nasty ass spaghetti dish water. hahahahahahaha
Oh and by the way, I did remember Jerry’s name. A few days later I got the nerve up to call the ambulance company I saw on his uniform. When he came to the phone, I thanked him for taking care of me- and I wanted him to know that I did in fact remember his name and I assured him that Mary Jo and I were no longer pals. He laughed. Before we hung up Jerry told me that he had received my lab results and they were clear- there should be no further issues for me. Then he told me to take care and we hung up.
Funny how sometimes a complete stranger treats you better than someone you once called, “friend.”