poison money

I once knew this woman who was really nice; she was loving, sincere, and caring. She was very down to earth though she had more money than us. She lived a simple life and she kept to her circle of friends and to her family. She was TM to me.

TM was my Mom's best friend. They were there for each other through the hospitalization of their children, through the fights and making up, through all the birthdays, Christmases, and New Years. TM was there for my Mom and my Mom was there for TM. She was there when Mark died and we all grieved. Their friendship spanned more than a decade.

But as they say, some good things never last. This was one of those things.

TM became rich, rich beyond her wildest dreams and along with that richness, she began to change. She was not the same TM that I knew and loved. She learned to call on her friends only when she needed them, when she had something to gain. She learned to value money and power more than friendship and family. She became poisoned.

It's a sad thing to see such a thing happen. It's a very very sad thing. I miss the old TM. I really do. I wish she would go back to the way she was before. I liked her better when she wasn't too rich. She may not have been a millionaire, but at least she was real.