The end of the story: DGD’s bff WAS nasty to me in the hospital. Anything said with a little smirk and a flip of the hair is nasty to me. But nobody but DH ever heard about it. The other night I saw her for the first time in 1.5 years, and as my confession indicated, I was concerned about how that meeting would be. Not that one of you will care, but when DGD went out to the car as they were leaving, the bff thanked me for not telling anyone how horrible she was to me, and hopes we can be family. I wasn’t controlling, or juvenile, or anything else people here accused me of. I told all I thought I needed to tell, the emphasis being on my fucking feelings. Please, by all means, feel free to roast the shit out of me. Thankfully, I won’t see it.