Shedding the Wasteland, I Met You

My best friend, Rosemary, had a bad anxiety disorder. When it flared up, her whole body would shake. For three years I turned down every business trip to stay with her. I even put my own fiancé, Myron, behind her. That day Myron kicked the coffee table in a fit of temper. "She's faking it. She uses her illness to milk sympathy, and you actually treat her like a treasure?" I slapped him across the face, grabbed my suitcase, and walked out the door.