I’ve been hurting for nearly a year now. I had this friend. This pretty much a best friend that I saw nearly daily but at least weekly. We had kids that played together. We have expensive shopping taste. We shared everything.
Just being around her made me happier. She was the rock and that person outside of a spouse that I could lean on.
Then something. Well actually nothing happened. We got busy with different schools, extra activities, kids, family, holidays, work, life.
And months would go by. She never called. I never called. Emails disappeared. Facebook updates were ignored.
And then we would randomly meet in passing and I would rush to hug and I ached when I saw her because I missed her but wondered if maybe the drifting was my fault and I felt helpless. And lonely. These insecurities could not be normal for a grown woman.
It’s hard finding mom friends that you really connect with, you know. Mom friends that are real friends and not just friends of convenience because our kids played together.
This was real.
But the longer we went without talking the harder it got to reach for the phone to just say hi.
So I didn’t. Ever.
And I would have days where I cried and ached for her time. I wanted to see our six kids running around together again.
I woke-up this morning thinking about her and thinking for the 200th time that I should just call. But I didn’t.
What I did do was go to the Anthropologie down the block. Because somehow I felt her and knew that just maybe she would be there by chance at 10:15 on a Monday morning.
She wasn’t. So I lingered longer than Astrid liked. I tried on a pile of clothes. I let Astrid climb up and down on and off a bench 435 times.
So I brought my purchases to the counter and heard the bells of the door open.
And she walked in.
I shit you not. Today at 11:00am.
First I thought that I should get paid for my psychic powers.
Then I hugged her and told her that her ass looked awesome in her new jeans…just like I would say a year ago. Or like yesterday. We hugged. Our two year olds ignored each other.
We both made “busy busy” excuses.
And we said good-bye.
And I miss her already.
Written as a prompt to ‘explore friendship’ from Write On Edge.