It has officially been one month since saying goodbye.
I still don’t feel like I’ve grieved fully, but I definitely experience little eruptions every now and then. I’ve been able to identify quite a few triggers, but unfortunately naming them doesn’t make them disappear. Among them:
- Seeing my (ex?)friend’s family. We literally live down the street from her family, so I see their cars a few times a week. That used to make me happy. Now it just reminds me of the hurt I’m avoiding.
- Seeing her interactions on social media. I unfollowed her and her family, so I don’t see pictures, but we still have mutual friends and I turned her on to a few of my favorite influencers. It still surprises me when her name pops up next to the likes.
- Driving into the cities. The last few times we saw each other, we met up in the cities, not too far from my brother’s house. Every time I drive over that way, I’m reminded of the laughs we shared and the awkward moments we sat through together.
- My parents’ church. Her family has attended the same church as my parents for 10 years. She, or her siblings or cousins, would occasionally show up. That’s not the biggest reason I started attending a different church, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a contributing factor.
- Cancelled plans. This one’s pretty obvious and one of the hardest to avoid. She cancelled a lot of plans.
- People saying “no.” Again, one of the hardest to avoid. While she cancelled a lot of plans, she said “no” to even more.
- My cat. Hear me out. Her name rhymes with “meow,” and my dad regularly meows it to Charlie, our cat. He doesn’t know that we aren’t friends anymore, so he has no reason to stop. I’ve also done it so many times that I’m reminded of it every time I “meow” back at Charlie.
- Up North. We’ve been trying to figure out our travel plans for next year and are considering a big family weekend up north with my brother’s family next summer. It has become one of my favorite places over the past few years and it was something we could bond over. Her favorite place was right across Lake Superior. She was engaged and married there. I was with her when she found out that her parents closed on a cabin up there. Through the years, it has been the subject of most of her social media posts. It’s a subtle one, but a big one.
- Ironically, being sad. In the past, I would always text, call, or write her when I felt sad. That has obviously not been an option this past month, and honestly most of this year. But right now, she is the reason for my sadness. She is the cause and my body is still telling me that she’s the solution. For the first time in my adult life, I’m learning how to be sad alone.
Another thing I’ve realized this month is that I’ve transferred my fears to my other friendship. I kind of thought that saying goodbye to the unhealthy friendship would mean saying goodbye to all of the fears I had in that friendship. I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I was always waiting for the “I just can’t do this” text. I was always waiting for the “you’re just too much” text. I was always waiting for her to leave me behind. And I guess she did.
But now I find myself feeling more insecure in the most secure friendship I have ever had. Seriously, 20 years strong. Communication is becoming less frequent and more shallow. I am reminded every day, whether it be at church, work, or home that she is constantly reaching for more in every part of her life. It makes me feel like I need to do the same or she’ll forget about me. She’ll leave me behind. She’ll outgrow me. I now find myself waiting for the other shoe to drop with her. I’m waiting for her to tell me that I need to level up if I want her friendship. I’m waiting for her to tell me that she’s sick of seeing me struggle. Honestly, even though she’s told me otherwise, I’m waiting for her to imply that I’m weaker than her because I sought out therapy for my problems and she just figured things out on her own. I’m waiting for her to tell me to grow the fuck up.
This is such a messy thing to go through. I wish it could all just be contained and I could say goodbye to all of the unhealthy things without it threatening the healthy things.
I still haven’t told anyone what I’ve been going through.
And through it all, death has become a frequent topic of discussion at home. My dad’s 97 year old aunt recently moved closer and after visiting her, we’ve all been thinking about what we’re really aiming for. If we get to decide how to handle the final circumstances, what we all want. It’s a bittersweet topic, because, obviously, death can be pretty dark, but it’s also motivated us as a family to take advantage of where we are right now.
So, you know, not much going on. Nothing too heavy to contemplate…at all times.
Ugh, life. Am I right?