I Lost Another Friend?

Another one bites the dust.

I keep losing friends like Sally keeps losing weight, inch by inch and slowly, but surely my list has grown smaller. Okay, maybe I’m being a bit dramatic, but its seems I lost another friend.

This one was someone who I grew up with. She was one of my first friends. She was my next door neighbor whom I grew up with, played barbies with and celebrated birthdays with every year. This was the same one I shed tears when she let me know she was moving away when we were children.

About 20 years later, my mom reconnected with her while in a bookstore and knew she looked familiar. They immediately began talking and before I knew it, her and I were chatting through skype, text and facebook messanger since I lived in Tennesssee.

When my husband lost his job and I had to come back to PA, the bond between her and I grew and I even asked her to be one of my bridesmaids. I was so proud for her to stand by my side on one of the best days of my life.

A few months later, I broke the news that I was moving to South Carolina. In my gut, I knew our friendship wouldn’t be the same, but putting forth effort and making time to chat could work as long as it was reciprocated on both ends.

Fast forward to 6 months of living in the good Ol’ South. I hadn’t heard from her; not even a “hey, how are you? Hey, how was the move?” Sure, I get she’s busy, but as am I. And, my best friend, who lives in Portland makes time for me and in return, I do the same.

When I messaged her on her birthday and let her know how hurt I was that she hadn’t spoken with me, she brushed it off. She acted as if it wasn’t a big deal, when I’ve always been the one who put forth more effort to maintain our friendship. She didn’t even find it necessary to let me know she broke up with her boyfriend of 2 years. This was the same guy she talked about over and over again; this was the same guy I met and really liked.

I couldn’t stop the tearing from forming in my eyes as I accepted the fact that she simply doesn’t care. This is the third time it’s happened to me. You’d think I’d be used to it, but how do you get used to people using and abusing you?

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