A friend by any other name

I know I'm late on my 30 days of truth, and I haven't really added any baby updates, but I have something else on my mind.
Really it's been sitting there since I got back to my hometown. I left some amazing people to see some old friends, and I realized how much people can change. I realized that even the meaning of the word "friend" can change too. As you grow older you have different expectations. Even with the same expectations you find that people who once met them no longer meet them anymore.
There is a girl who has held the title of best friend for longer than I have known my husband. Over the past few years she has kept that title, in words, but not necessarily in actions. For the longest time she stayed there because there was no one else to fill her place, no one who knew me as well (excluding my husband) and still accepted me. The sad thing was, I was always second best to her, and yet she always expected my undying attention and devotion. She's really not as bad as I'm making her seem right now. After all, she was my best friend for a reason.
But while I was back home she had a million reasons why she couldn't hang out, then right before I had to leave she called me, very upset that we weren't joined at the hip. And when I was hanging out with her I realized a few things.
I don't agree with her style of parenting. While I have found I can be friends with someone and not agree with their parenting, I can't be BEST friends with someone who not only has a skewed sense of discipline, but who insists she is right about everything.
Along those lines, she thinks she's right. About everything. All the time. No matter what.
She either remembers events wrong, or purposely relays them in the way she wants to. I can't even count the times she has recalled events to someone and put words in my mouth, or, in portraying something that happened to me, puts words in someone else's mouth, and then insists I'm wrong when I correct her, even though she wasn't there.
And finally, she still treats me like I don't know what I'm doing. (back in middle school she was my protector, and even as I grew she kept that role. She gets offended when I can fend for myself because she feels she has no purpose) As a weird example, before we left the house I zipped up my boots, exposing my knee, that a few days earlier I had fallen on and skinned. I had put a band-aid on it to avoid the blood soaking into my jeans. She looked at it and said, "You put a band-aid on your knee?!?" Me: "Yes, it was bleeding." Her: "Oh, ok...." (said in a tone that indicated she thought that was a dumb reason)
My point to all this was not just to bash someone who I have called friend. This is also to recognize those that truly deserve the title.
Like I said in the beginning of the post, I have met some truly amazing people in Hawaii, people that I am proud to call "friend." A few have them have already moved on and it's been a truly sad time for me. I don't look forward to the time when I have to leave the other friends I have left