It’s Not You, It’s Me!

At some time or the other we will all go through this in our lives. People change and so do we. Sometimes things don’t work out the way we wanted or hoped to. The things we wanted as children are not the same that we wanted as adults. Or the ideas and thoughts, the principals. And not everyone thinks in the same way as we do, hence there is bound to be conflict. Somethings which you didn’t think of as too serious when you were kids are dead serious now and if people don’t adjust there might be hard consequences to pay. That is what happens when some friendships, especially the ones from when you were younger, break up when you are an adult.

That has happened to me a couple of times. Let’s see, one friendship I ended, or it mutually ended but I was the first to say “quit”, after I found out that this friend of mine, one I trusted for 11 years, had betrayed my confidence in her. She was whispering all the facts, fears and secrets and all the stuff that I was telling her in confidence to her boyfriend who I did not trust at all. Each time I talked to her she knew that I was only comfortable in sharing my deepest thoughts only to a close friend and not to all and sundry and yet she would blab it all out to that jackass moron who in turn felt threatened by our closeness. First of all, if I was comfortable in telling him this stuff then I wouldn’t need a go between like her and go and confide in him in the first place. He would in turn use that information to make things embarrassing for me and use it to hurt my feelings in public. When I found out what she was doing, I confronted her over the phone and we duked it out for a while and in 30 minutes we ended our friendship of over a decade.

I have had to end a couple of other friendships, which weren’t of that long a duration, just because I knew that they weren’t good for me and were leading me astray. I knew that it was the right thing to do and if I continued down that path I would make things bad for me. Those were wise decisions and I never regretted them even once.

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