Bruised but not Broken

When I asked my best friend for her address again so I could send her an invitation to my wedding, she ignored my request for two months.  When she finally did text me, it was to regretfully decline going.  It’s funny, but I kind of got the picture when I wasn’t even granted the opportunity to send the invitation in the first place.

When I got back from my wedding in Maine, I found a package from my best friend.  It was not a wedding present.  It was an old necklace of mine that i had given her – and a stuffed animal that had special significance to me that I had given her as well.  No note.  No nothing.  Just the return of my possessions like I was not even worth the effort.

My best friend became friends instead with my ex-girlfriend.  The two of them detested each other the entire time that we were together.  My ex, while I was with her, called my best friend a "bug that she would like to squash beneath her feet".  Now they’re close.  It’s funny.

I found out quite accidentally that my former best friend was vacationing in Florida after moving to Michigan.  While we fell out and no longer talked, I would have expected to get a hello, since she was less than ten minutes away from where I lived, according to pictures that a mutual friend posted on Facebook.  It didn’t come.  Maybe I don’t say goodbye as permanently as other people do.  Maybe I was still holding on to some sort of hope that our friendship would overcome this hurdle in the road, and that we’d be able to at least be civil to each other.  My hopes were unfounded.  I wasn’t even told she was coming – I only found out completely by accident.  She didn’t ask to see the cats that we used to share, or the lizard that lived with her for several years.  She didn’t show any interest in meeting my wife – or talking at all.

The last time we had a blowout, it was because she had hacked into my email account.  I stopped speaking to her.  Yet when she came into town to visit, I agreed to meet her for an early dinner and we talked.  Because of that, we reestablished our friendship for several more years.  I gave her the opportunity.  I do not get the same chance, it seems.  Perhaps I forgive too easily and am too forthcoming with second, third or twentieth chances.  That’s my bad.

I didn’t want to think that this would affect me so strongly, but it did.  Devon had to pick up the pieces of a semi broken heart this evening, and it’s been a long week.  I think I may be suffering from the after-effects of some voodoo curse or something, because this past week has been hell.

I wonder what’s next.

 

 

 

This work by JMcFarland is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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