My BlogMama is struggling with
a painful issue right now -- an issue that seems to be especially pesky for women: why, when and how to let a friendship go.
Funny, because I just had a former friend pop up out of the ether extending the hand of renewed friendship recently after zero contact for several years. (No, Cheryl. This is NOT you.) A friendship where my goodwill had been wrung dry, and I'd been forced to draw some very clear and drastic boundaries. And the message was left in one of my well-known haunts, which creeped me out entirely.
Wouldn't you know, my first impulse was to reach back out, but gingerly.
Then I gave myself a great big mental head-slap and decided that I wasn't the person who'd broken faith, abused my big heart and good nature, repeatedly made stupid choices and expected others (usually me) to fix them when they blew up in her face -- my so-called friend
was.
I know what good friends are, because I'm surrounded by them now. And good friends just don't treat you that way.
I have no desire to go back to all new episodes of "As the Stomach Turns."
That doesn't make me a bad person; that makes me a
smart person.
As for
my BlogMama, she's under the mistaken impression that sorry-ass excuse for a human being is her friend. She's not. My BlogMama
is a good friend. That other person is a user and an abuser.
A lot of women are conditioned to be "nice," to not "make waves," and to play well with others. We sometimes put up with way too much in the way of others' bad behavior, because we believe we will be perceived to be a "bad person" if we don't.
Phooey on that nonsense!
I've sent a text message to my former friend that I'm simply not willing to go down that road again, and wishing her well. If she shows up in my favorite haunt, well... I'm a favorite of theirs, too, and I know who'll be welcomed and who'll be escorted out. I don't
want a scene, but I can handle it if it comes.
As for my BlogMama, I hope she understands that people will respect her more for giving that emotional parasite the push-off than for putting up with her barbs. Life's too short, and there are too many other good people out there to spend our hearts and energy on for a far, far better payoff.
It's time we
all had the doormat tattoo surgically removed from our foreheads.
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Update: I just took a closer look at the note she left me, and now I'm
really creeped out. Why? She moved in
one block from where I lived at the time she moved away in the first place. Too freaky.