It was a blessing to be invited by a friend to yesterday's dinner theatre show (our Hs were there as well). Our sons were best friends in high school and since they graduated, we would occassionally (sort of randomly) get together. Our children went to one of the "magnet" schools in our area; we live on opposites ends of our city but chaperoned a lot of activities together/talked at the school. I had only seen her one other time since my attempt nearly two years ago. She had invited me one other time prior to my attempt but I was still quite depressed. During that get together, I just listened to all the news about her family and son and had this dreadful feeling that I was different now (like she was one of the normal people and I just wasn't). Yesterday, it felt better where both of us had a lot to say. Though in the back of my mind I know that my son or her son may have told her about my attempt (this is a possibility in my mind because, at times, she has been like a 2nd mom to my son but if he did tell her, of course that is OK.) Perhaps I can eventually forget what I did when I am with a friend? I hope. It still bothers me at times. For instance, one morning while I was walking my dog a neighbor said to me, "Help came just in time, didn't it?" I looked at her and said, "Yes, it did." I found myself wondering if she was referring to my attempt but didn't ask. Yet my attempt seemed like the elephant in the room at the time. It was surely likely that there were many cops visiting my home on that day and possibly afterwards (it would be a long story to describe why). Back to yesterday's get together--I am hopeful that one day I will not always think about my attempt when I am with a friend. After all, I don't constantly think about it when I am with my family. Since our get together felt really good, I am feeling hopeful about this and am going to make the arrangements for our next meeting.

Your neighbor probably meant something else, and your friend seems not to have issues with it if she knows. Relax and enjoy.