Today is the birthday of a former friend. Some dates are seared into my memory, and this is one of them.
Perhaps because this friendship reached the furthest back in time. We became friends when I was twelve and she was fourteen. Our friendship broke apart twenty-five years later when I had my third child, and she didn’t approve of that. The crystal that hangs in my sun porch window was a gift from her. It is one of the things that remains of that friendship.
I have written about the loss of this friendship before, so I won’t repeat myself, but it interests me that this still bothers me.
Today, as I was writing my Morning Pages and the date of her birthday stared back at me, I did a Google Search. After trying different tactics (she has a rather common German name), I did find her. There was her face, smiling back at me from a family therapist’s office page. I have to say it was nice to “see” her again. And there, too, was her email.
Should I send her an email? Reach across the divide? It would be so easy and yet, I had to ask myself, what I would be looking to accomplish.
I had already, several times before, tried to rescue, or rather, resurrect, our friendship. My last Christmas cards, and a few years ago a vacation postcard, went unanswered. There’s a clear message in that. Why extend myself further? Invite further hurt?
And honestly, how could I ever be friends with her again if she did not approve of my family life? I couldn’t, I had to admit to myself. Nevertheless, I could still mourn the loss of a friendship that had meant a lot to me.
That is what this twinge I feel whenever I think about her, is about: mourning.
It’s a death of sorts, and while I can’t rekindle what was, I can mourn it. It is a loss that hurts.
On anniversaries like today, I can look at what was lost. I regret that loss but also acknowledge it as such: It is lost and that is that. And then I can move on to revel in the wonderful and supportive friendships I do have.
I've had similar experiences. Never an easy part of life. 🙁
You've tried before, and she's never responded. Best to just move on.
Exactly! The hurt remains though…