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I Lost One of My Closest Friends
After a long day of managing baths and movie time for the kids, the house finally felt calm. I knew this was the perfect moment to call my friend, Sarah. It was around 7:30 on a school night, and I hoped she would be home. I missed our conversations. Besides a few quick texts and hurried exchanges about how busy life was, we hadn’t really caught up in about six months.
After eight years of friendship, I felt secure in our bond but worried about her well-being. Sarah was facing a tough time, juggling work as a speech therapist and her father’s recent cancer diagnosis, all while her youngest child adjusted to full-time school.
Our friendship blossomed during the early days of motherhood. We met when our first babies were newborns and navigated everything from potty training to school runs, late-night ER visits, and even moving to new homes together. We could easily spend hours on the phone discussing everything from the latest shows to our kids’ milestones, often while multitasking with chores.
As our children grew older, our lives became busier, filled with school schedules and activities. The long phone chats and leisurely visits were replaced with quick catch-ups. I often feared that the friendship might fade into the background, a pattern I had with other friends, but Sarah had encouraged me to stay in touch.
I dialed her number, eager to reconnect. Her husband, Mark, picked up.
“Hey, Mark! How are you guys?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Doing well, Lisa. How about you and your family?” he replied.
“Busy, as always! Is Sarah around?”
“No, she’s out with some friends,” he said.
“Oh! Glad she’s getting some time out. How’s she doing?”
“She’s doing really well.”
In that moment, a wave of dread washed over me. Mark’s tone suggested that my unreturned calls and brief exchanges had little to do with her hectic life; it was about me. I felt like a complete fool, similar to someone who discovers a partner’s infidelity after believing everything was fine.
My heart ached as I ended the call, feeling deeply hurt and utterly confused. Sarah and I had always shared everything. We supported each other through countless challenges and celebrations, even discussing being guardians for each other’s kids. If she no longer wanted to be friends, why didn’t she just say so? After all, she had asked me to keep reaching out during her tough times.
There hadn’t been a fight or even a disagreement. I started to second-guess myself, wondering if I had said something wrong or if I was too self-absorbed. The next day, I hoped to hear from her. I didn’t.
Days later, I left a voicemail apologizing for anything I might have done to upset her and expressing gratitude for her support over the years. And then, silence. That was seven years ago.
The wound took time to heal. I felt embarrassed, unsure of how to talk about it. Who gets dumped by a friend? It felt like a breakup meant for romantic relationships. However, the more I opened up, the more I realized I wasn’t alone. Many people shared similar stories of losing close friendships.
Now, with time behind me, I can reflect on our friendship without sadness. Sarah was there for many of my children’s milestones and offered support when I needed it most. For that, I will always be thankful.
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Summary
The article reflects on the painful experience of losing a close friend, exploring the complexities of friendship and the emotional aftermath. Time has helped the author appreciate the positive memories, despite the heartbreak of the friendship ending.