What Choices Are The Right Ones?

I just had a well over due phone call with an old friend of mine that got me thinking. I rarely ever think ‘what if’ about things, but this conversation had me thinking it. What if I didn’t quit my job, would I still be there, would I have lasted any longer then I did, would I have gotten a promotion, would I have become friends with such good people, will I be living with my grandmother, would I still be friends with….? If I would have stay I think I would have been very unhappy, the job was good and all, but I wasn’t happy and I felt that I would have done something or said something to get myself fired. So I don’t regret quitting my job, but do I regret losing a friend. We were very close, close enough to move in together and call each other our bff’s. She met my family and I hers and then we started call each other brother and sister, so yeah we were close. Until she moved her boyfriend in, at first I was fine with it then she asked if it was fine that he didn’t pay rent. Being me I said it was fine, but he had to pitch in on the bills at least. All was good until the light bill came. She asked me if I could pay the bill this time and she and her bf would be paying the next one. Fine I had the money and I was going to buy DVDs, gas, porn and food, so I was fine with it. Then she asked if I can pay part of her rent because she had to help him pay his insurance. Umm I told her that I could, I had to pay my car note. So what do you think she went and did? She goes and tells the one person in America whom you do not want your business told to. She tells her that she needs to borrow $200 to pay the light bill because I refuse to pay the bill because I was saving up for Janet Jackson tickets.
While in a conversation with one of my dearest friends, the girl decides to put her two cent in commenting on the fact that she thinks it is wrong of me for not helping my roommate out with the bill and that if she was her she and her boyfriend would put me and my shit out on the streets. After I read her rights to her and put her back in the place of an 18 year old child that hasn’t had a chance to live I call my roommate for an explanation and she tries to make me feel bad for having enough money to spend on and new car or on a grocery cart full of DVDs. She chose to date a guy that worked at Wal-Mart, so she should deal with the fact that she can’t go to a wedding in San Diego and buy a new dress to try to impress the parents whom don’t even accept you. And then she became less fun. She was on a schedule; she had to be at home by 9 to do his hair, because God forbid his emo ass hair isn’t straight enough for his overly work and under paid co-workers. She couldn’t go out or hang out because she want to be home after work to spend time with her boyfriend because I guess they didn’t see each other anymore, despite the fact that they lived together had the same days off shared a car or 2.
She would call out of work knowing that she could afford it. And when she was at work she had a terrible attitude and would get angry if the conversation was less than pleasant about her boyfriend. Then her boyfriend thought that he would make some house rule. I don’t think so. He wasn’t even paying rent and now we were behind on the bill because he couldn’t pay, so yeah he had no opinions. He thought that I shouldn’t have people over when hit wasn’t around because it was safe for her. I don’t have company and when I do they come over whenever they please because I’m paying the rent and bills for you to live. A month and a half later she was moving out and I quit my job and move back home. We were having a very amusing MySpace war which I found to be so funny, she didn’t even have a MySpace account until I told her to get one. So when a mutual friend of our called me and we caught up and she told me that my ex-“bff” has had a child and is living with her bf with his brother and his girlfriend, and I smile because I know she is happy (or she isn’t), but I know she is in love so for that I’m happy for her, but I can’t be her friend, not after all that was said and done between us. She tells me that my ex-roomie tells her how much she misses me and how she wishes that we could be friends again and how she thinks I changed. Whatever I have great friends now and I may not be the happiest person, but I’m content and I love my life and the people that are in it. I have some of the best friends and the truest friends, so no I don’t regret losing a friend because I have better friends.
I didn’t name names because if these people were to come across this they would know who they were, so names weren’t necessary. What I am trying to say is regret is a way for you to try to re-evaluate your life to see if there is something that you need to finish and fix, but if you lucky you can look back and be happy with every choice you’ve made. I haven’t made all the right choices and yes I have some regret I can just push off, but I’m happy with the right choices I’ve made and for that I’m ok and will be ok for a while.