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Letting Go

Friendships are sweet but can turn very bitter in what seems like a blink of an eye. 

Good ones are few and hard to come by and they aren’t easy.  When we come to a sad realization that one friendship is dying a horrible death we do, truly grieve. 

Being good or best friends is a different investment of sorts than any other relationship.  There’s a certain confidentiality and bond that exists with no one else.  We tell our deepest secrets and share private jokes and when one slowly passes away so does that part of our hearts does not.  We feel vulnerable.

We all need friends.  They soften the blow of the knock out, drag out fight with life.  Friends are “there” and when one is no longer “there”, life feels harder.  I try to be a good friend.  You question what goes wrong?  I’m loud and honest.  I forgive quickly and easily.  I expect honestly if I’ve offended and hope for forgiveness.  That’s what friends do.  They don’t ignore your call for help.  A friend is supposed to be an ally, a sister, “your person”.

There’s always the awkward social situations.  It’s a look as if directed to an annoying toddler interrupting then a slight turn of the back indicating this conversation does not include them.

It’s this passive wordless confrontation that makes a gathering disturbingly awkward.  It’s a spiteful show not only to you or me but to everyone.  Displaying such a lack of decorum and manners affects the very air.  I look around and see everyone smelling it and feel embarrassed for them.  Sadly they don’t see the stain they spread on an occasion that should feel warm and inclusive.

Let. It. Go.

How do you let it go?  Especially when there are so many unanswered questions?  How do you deal with a dead friend you’ll have to come into contact again and again?  When a friendship goes bad without knowing why, we are betrayed, tears of sadness, frustration, anger and a myriad of feelings permeates the soul.

A turncoat has a cache of the deepest darkest secrets and spilling them is the final betrayal.  Who do we trust again?  What are your thoughts?  What are your stories?  How have any of you dealt with the death of a friendship.

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Thanks for Reading

xo,

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One Comment

  • Lana

    April 19, 2017 at 4:56 am

    For me, I’ve been a friend dumper, and a friend dumpee by the form of ghosting. Both hurt, but, I’ve found that the best thing for me to do is attempt to talk about it. If they don’t want to? Then, I move on. I treat it like dating. There are plenty of fish friends in the sea. It doesn’t keep it from hurting when it happens but it does make it move along quicker.

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