For months, I told myself I needed either less of him around or more reasons to not be around myself. I simply feel uncomfortable with him/them. But that passive aggressive reaction has only caused what feels like an ulcer and hours of complaining to those around me. So rather than carry this feeling of discomfort in my own home into our new place (lease to be signed tomorrow), I’ve decided to accept I’ve lost my wife and gained just a roommate.
Friendly Drama: Friends with “More Than Friends”
When your friend first disappears into the shadow/car/arms/bed/whatever of their new beau, all is pretty much forgiven. They’re in the honeymoon period. Let them have their fun. However, when this new situation begins to affect YOUR normal life, it starts to become a problem. When your old road dog/concert attendee/danceclub partner/movie buddy refuses keep things “the way they always were”, as the forgotten friend, you have to decide how much you’re willing to forgive and accept.
Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better
These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life. They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile. We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college. We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same. And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping). I always wondered what that was exactly. Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together. What was it that made me still call her “my friend”? And actually mean it?
