When we think of break-ups we think of a relationship. Of a couple, married or dating, who are no longer together. I have been through a breakup like that and it wasn’t fun. But, the breakup I had with one of my best friends was worse than I could have imagined.
As a friend we seldom find people who we put ourselves out there for – give yourself to and trust in. When the trust is broken and the floodgates of anger and resentment open, it is ugly. When there are families and children involved and years of memories, it is even worse.
My break up with my friend was awful. I could say it was just a relationship ending, but it was so much more than that! I spent days and weeks – maybe even months – thinking about what was said and where it all went wrong. It took me a good year before I was completely over it and had moved beyond it. It took life happening and the realization I was better off without the drama in my life to know I didn’t want to go back down that path again.
Just like any other relationship, friendship can be hard. People grow apart and have different ideas of what they want life to look like.
It is hard to think back to how it used to be and realize it will never be that way again. That little twinge of reminiscing, thinking that just maybe it could be again, but knowing better. Knowing how much you hurt and how long it took to heal.
Sometimes break ups are the best thing that can happen. They suck. They hurt. You learn and you move on. Maybe some people can get that back. In my life, with all that has happened, I don’t have the desire to try.
I am happy where I am. I am happy with what I Have learned and proud of the friend I was. There are no regrets on my part. Maybe that is why I am at peace with “the break-up”.