<http://schema.org/articleBody>
" &amp;quot;You unfriended me on Facebook,&amp;quot; I said to Brandon, sliding in next to him at the bar. &amp;quot;It only took you three months to notice,&amp;quot; he said with a smirk. &amp;quot;Nothing gets by me,&amp;quot; I joked. &amp;quot;Actually, K., lots of things get by you.&amp;quot; I was taken aback by his angry tone, and I didn&amp;#039;t know what to say.  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t really want to...talk to you,&amp;quot; he said after handing the bartender his money. He took his drink and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned. I tried to shake it off and ordered drinks for me and Jane. &amp;quot;Here,&amp;quot; I said when I returned, handing her a gin and tonic. &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s the matter?&amp;quot; she asked, looking at me with concern. I told her what happened with Brandon. She looked like she was about to say something, and then closed her mouth.  &amp;quot;What were you going to say?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Let me preface this by saying that you&amp;#039;re my friend and I love you dearly,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Oh man. This is going to be bad.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You know how sometimes, when you&amp;#039;re in a situation, you can&amp;#039;t really see it clearly?&amp;quot; I nodded. &amp;quot;And then afterward,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;You realize how messed up something was, and get angry after the fact?&amp;quot; I nodded again. &amp;quot;Well, K., I think Brandon has a lot to be angry about. And I think it took him awhile to realize that.&amp;quot; She was right. Of course she was right. I&amp;#039;ve been giving myself a free pass all this time because I thought Brandon was giving me a free pass. And I don&amp;#039;t really deserve one. I did some things \u2013 big things \u2013 that hurt him. And regardless of his role in the breakup, I need to own my mistakes. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re not saying anything,&amp;quot; Jane said. &amp;quot;Are you mad?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. Just realizing what an ass I am.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If it makes you feel any better, you&amp;#039;re a pretty lovable ass.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It does.&amp;quot; My other big emotional moment came later, with Sarah. We&amp;#039;d exchanged hellos and small talk throughout the night, but not much else. Jane, Marni and Luke had gone home to relieve the babysitters and I was hanging out with Brad. Sarah came up to us. &amp;quot;Can I steal K.?&amp;quot; she asked Brad. &amp;quot;By all means.&amp;quot; We sat down in a booth a couple of feet away. &amp;quot;So L.A.&amp;#039;s your true home now?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Yeah. I haven&amp;#039;t really felt like myself since I came back.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on with the show?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It didn&amp;#039;t get picked up for a second season. It didn&amp;#039;t get announced yet, so don&amp;#039;t tell anyone.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not. I hated working on that show. I&amp;#039;ve been so miserable.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s next?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know. And I&amp;#039;m kind of okay with that. More than okay.&amp;quot; We sat in silence for a moment. &amp;quot;K., I&amp;#039;m sorry. About everything. I kind of lost my mind for awhile there. You know, for like five years.&amp;quot; I half-laughed. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay. I just wish we&amp;#039;d had this conversation a long time ago.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Me too,&amp;quot; she said, her eyes filling with tears. &amp;quot;And I wish I had told you about hooking up with Alex. I feel like if I had, it never would have gone as far as it did.&amp;quot; My eyes started filling up, too. &amp;quot;I wish you had. And I&amp;#039;m sorry Alex is such a jerk.&amp;quot;  For the next hour, Sarah ignored the rest of her guests and we played catch-up. We laughed. We cried some more. We spontaneously hugged a couple of time. But mostly, we connected, which is something we haven&amp;#039;t done in forever. And we felt like best friends again. Before Sarah went back to mingling, she made me promise to keep in touch, and promised she would, too. It&amp;#039;s funny that it took her leaving to start healing our friendship. And sad. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
<http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/a8772/bedroom-blog-073110/>