It started to drive a wedge between us. The first thing Bayard advised me to do was take inventory of people I know and who they know. I found myself exhausted by the idea of seeing her and dodging meet-ups, blaming work and my sister coming to town. I was in pieces. I felt terrible.
But in reality, I knew this was probably the last time I would see her. It was weird but it also felt strangely ok.
It was a strange thing to say to someone who had, at one point, been my best friend. I realised she just enjoyed moaning about them to anyone who would listen. To paraphrase Maya Angelou, people might forget what you said and did but people will never forget how you made them feel — and I had made her feel awful.
The trust in our friendship was gone - on both sides. He lost his job and my family fell into severe debt. I decided to keep our appointment. And that was it — our friendship was over in three WhatsApp messages. But with people increasingly moving their communication from IRL to behind a screen, this cold behaviour has become fairly common.
She was married now, she was working as fo PA to her dad and she was moving out of the city.
At first, she was very supportive, calling me regularly to see how I was. I updated her on my new job, the highs and lows of online dating and saving for a deposit. We were strangers and friends, at the same time. BBC Three It was when my father got into financial trouble that texg started to change.
We met a handful of times friendd the years and she casually always invited me to them at a yoga class. She advised me to send that person a message on Instagram asking them to get coffee. All my friends are married with. Even the ones where, in theory, she was trying to help me work through my family worries.
I must be a horrible person. This is how it can be sometimes with those closest to us, right? Slowly, I stopped texting her back — once, twice, three times.
Jess was one of the first people I opened up to about all this. One - would circle back to her problems.
Well, I have. Start there.
With everything else going on, not speaking was just easier. When she went through a bad break-up we ended up spending more and more time together. Our friendship grew slowly over a few years — a text here and there, hanging out and chatting at parties, then the odd lunch.
It felt weird to think she was so nearby and I found myself typing her a message. I knew, deep down, that I owed her an apology. But after a few weeks chqt wore off and suddenly I found myself thinking how self-involved she seemed.
But we both knew it would never happen. I felt ready to hear what Cgat had in store for me and was happy to know that there were only three challenges she wanted me to tackle over the next month to help me make friends. My parents' marriage became strained and, in the end, they split up.