Monday, April 16, 2018
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Our friendship ended in grade 10. She was angry one day, and wouldn’t tell me why. Decades later we got together over a coffee. Now we meet regularly for breakfast with L., sharing laughs, secrets and disappointments. I still don’t know what caused the estrangement. We don’t talk about it. It never happened.
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Oh, that would irk me, not talkinga about it. Though I'm glad you are friends again.
ReplyDeleteIt would irk me too. I don't know if I'd be able to keep quiet about it, not that I'm advocating bringing it up.
ReplyDeletePerhaps now, if you touch that sore spot, it will make what you have impossible. Friendships are fraught with danger.
ReplyDeleteIt's not really a sore spot anymore. I prefer to leave that door closed.
ReplyDeleteI think I read an article or story about a friendship like this but the one who was wronged still wondered and was still hurt about what happened.
ReplyDeleteThese things are complicated.
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