This happened to my cousin and I around the same time I started dating Rusty, 8 years ago.The last day I really spoke to her was on my wedding day, which honestly wasn't for more than 5 minutes. The details of what actually went down that day are starting get fuzzy but I remember that we were both to blame.
She brought along 6 uninvited loud friends to the wedding reception even though she was only allowed one guest and I replaced her as maid of honor with my soon-to-be SIL without her knowledge. Really shitty move on my part, I know.
It wasn't until a few years later that I realized having my husband as my best friend was awesome & all but I missed the friendship I had with her.
Yeah, I'm totally guilty of ignoring her for the new love I'd found and chose time with him over shopping with her but that's what new love is, right? Hell, even farts smelled like roses back then.
And now, after 6 years of barely acknowledging each others existence at family gatherings (yes, they were always very awkward), we're carpooling to Las Vegas together for another family members bachelorette party. I'm definitely expecting lots of awkward moments, not that that's unusual when you're around me, but I'm hoping my big mouth won't offend her now lesbian ways since I have been known to blurt out "that's so fucking gay" once or twice before.
Either way, I'm a bit nervous, like first date kind of nervous and I can't help but wonder if next weekend will somehow end in a cat fight a la Girls Club.