Big Bang...BIG BANG!!! (part 2)

I've always believed that God had a plan for me. Whenever something bad happens, his reasoning is to teach me a lesson. Whenever something good happens, I've cashed in some of my karma points. Yesterday, God taught me a lesson. Today, I cashed in karma points for a priceless gift: an answer to a year-long question I had.
My best friend, Morgan, and I, haven't been on great terms lately. Morgan is my best friend that I met while doing a Disney internship as a lifeguard at a waterpark two years ago. We clicked like a lightswitch and had an amazing friendship and time together in Florida. All good things must come to an end, so when our internship was over, I went back home to Arizona and she stayed in Florida to work and be with her boyfriend she met there. A year later, I flew out to visit for a week, but my visit was ill-timed. A week before my visit, one of her closest friends died in a drunk driving accident, and she flew home to Rochester, New York, for the weekend. I made an inappropriate comment about my visit in correlation with her flying to New York that caused major tension in our friendship bind. Since that point, nothing had been the same.
As of the last four months or so, I've had trouble contacting Morgan. I'd call her every few days or every other week or so and just reach her voicemail. I think what finally got her to call me back was my urgent message proclaiming that I needed to talk to her and share something important with her concerning my relationship. She was my best friend and if there was any time I needed her, this was a time to cash in my best friend talk voucher.
Unfortunately, she called me back while I was driving to a showing of my co-workers photos downtown. But she promised to call me back the next day or the day after.
She didn't.
She sent me a note on Myspace (when I had Myspace) saying that she didn't really want to call me back anyway. So I sent her a note back asking what I did wrong because it was eating away at me that I didn't know. Something was up, and I wouldn't stop at anything until I heard the truth from the horse's mouth.
So I called her after work today and told her of the the events that happened between me and Dudley last night. Then she finally opened up to me, telling me why she was upset with me - it was about my comment towards her late friend, PJ. He died in a drunk driving accident. And when she'd read about my drunken experiences in my Myspace blogs, it'd disgust her. She hated seeing how I was putting myself in these vulnerable situations where I had no control over myself. Something could have happened to me, and it tore her to pieces thinking about those possibilities. She cried. And even though I felt her pain and anguish, I felt SO MUCH BETTER, now that I knew what was eating away at her.
We talked about this, and although my answers were not clear or morally right, I have a reasons for doing things. I like to get drunk, I think it's fun. And although Morgan might have thought so at a point in her life, it's not longer the route for her. And that's fine, I respect her for that decision. She doesn't need to respect my decision to drink, but I feel she does need to respect me as a person. I support her and want her to support me in return. What I can promise is that I will make a futile attempt to not let my drinking get out of control when I do drink. I make it sound like I drink everyday, but in reality, I get drunk (slightly or full-blown) about an average of once a month. I don't think that's a horrible amount, it's very fair for a 22-year-old.
But now she shed the light on me. She told me why she wanted almost nothing to do with me and my chosen lifestyle. I can't say that I blame her, but because she's my best friend and I'm hers, I expect her to be there to listen when I have something to say and share, and when I ask for advice, I expect honest answers. Why else would I confide in her? I trust her. She gives me her honest opinion and even if it's brutal, I would rather hear the truth from her than a lie. That would hurt more.
As far as I'm concerned, things are cleared up between us. We don't have to call each other everyday, but I would like to talk a least every few days. Share what's been going on, minor or major, in our everyday lives. She may be 2400 miles away, but a phone makes me feel like she's much closer.
Thank you, God, for allowing Morgan the power to be honest and open up to me. Thank you, Morgan, for your priceless friendship. You have no idea how much you mean to me, even if I don't show it like I should. Love is truly the greatest power of all.