Our friends are part of who we are. Their laughter is our medicine. An old friend is there when you need them, won't judge you when you screw up. Someone who loves you just the way you are. But...
Sometimes we pretend everything is fine whilst nursing resentment. The outcome: One moment you are nestling in a comfortable companionship and then suddenly you can't have a conversation that isn't riddled with tension. And you keep finding yourself disappointed with them for failing to live up to your expectations. Because of course it is all their fault. But is it?
When someone has been your friend forever, you can get absorbed by your own view of them. The person is that little girl who was your BFF in school. Or your Maid of Honour. Or your Kindred Spirit. You behold your person, heavy with memories and glittery titles. So what to do when the one who fit into your life so snugly becomes like a square block for a circle shaped hole? And like a baby, you insist on pressing and pushing and hoping it somehow will just go through.
It takes real courage to 'fess up feelings of discontent. To dig in there and prepare with thought, kindness, and ego management so as to find words that will not offend. It is far easier not to bother. And thats when you find yourself in the middle of a Communication Breakdown. Its like God has pulled a Tower of Babel move on you and your friend. So you have to go your separate ways.
Deciding to press the pause or stop button on a friendship can be one of the most difficult ever. But sometimes it is necessary breathing space. It could be what is needed to help the friendship grow. And for you to grow. Learning to function without the constant familiarity of a dear buddy is like a painful coming of age. Thankfully Time is a tender hearted mentor. One that has taught me (with the help of Karma) that if you care, its worth it to make the effort to talk.
So when I found some beautiful pieces of vintage linen in a xmas bazaar I knew that one of them was destined for heartbreak. The transplant donor was an Angelique Houtkamp sugar skull, who gave the heart from his forehead. The operation went smoothly, and I have almost completely recovered.