Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Friendship
Friendship is something that I value very much. This year I have had great trials with those that I thought were my best friends. I am for the most part a sociable and personable, but it takes a lot for me to let some in and therefor I do not have a lot of people that I would consider a "friend". I have had 2 of the people that I was the closet too end our friendship. I wouldn't say that they betrayed me but rather that they disappointed me and I had to come to the conclusion that what was best for me, was for us to go our separate ways. What bothered me was that these were two people that were not friends to one another and it made me look at myself, and question whether or not it was me. Has anyone ever felt that way or been in that type of situation where you question yourself and actions? I have been struggling with this a great deal because they were very important people in my life. But I have come to conclusion that everything happens for a reasons and sometimes even those close to you can grow apart and its okay. I don't know if we will ever be friends again but I do know that it can never be the way that it was. I think I am going to write one of them an email because the way that it ended was not cool and I need closure for myself. I have let go of the bitterness and hurt and I am ready to move forth and not hold on too the negativity.
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Hello Kristen,
ReplyDeleteI know I have had similar experiences with friends in my life. Really, from my "senior" vantage point, I can see just a few people remain constant as friends throughout your life. People come and go, and I agree for a reason. We all learn from each other. It is best to hold no grudges or animosity for this is bad for your own health. We may be sad when we lose friends but look to the future. Self examination is okay, but trust yourself and your instincts. Remember to treat others as you want to be treated, and you cannot go wrong.
Many years ago, one of my closest friends delivered what I thought was an unforgivable action in my life, so I told her I could no longer have her in my life. She died of cancer a few years later at a very young age. I always felt a bit a guilt that somehow if I had not been so mean and vindictive, I might have saved her. You never know . . .