Dear My Lifelong Partner-in-Crime,
I know I’ve been the one to cancel our plans way too often in recent years, and I really do apologize. Whenever I’m having a rough day and reach out to you, our conversations often center around my struggles while you listen patiently, even when you’re facing your own challenges. During those critical moments in my life, you’ve been the unwavering friend I can always count on.
Let’s be real: you’re a better friend than I am at this moment.
Despite my frequent cancellations, you continue to extend invitations. You remember our last chat, where I vented for thirty minutes about everything that was driving me insane, yet you still prioritize reaching out to me. And when I needed space, you respected that and supported me from afar. You share in my frustrations, calling out my irrational moments when needed.
I often feel like I can’t measure up to the friendship you offer.
I think about missing your daughter’s birthday party, and it genuinely haunts me that I couldn’t celebrate such a wonderful person whom I adore like family. You always show up for birthdays, special occasions, and holidays without fail.
Yet here I am, falling short as your BFF again. I’m sorry for that, and I know you understand that life can throw curveballs—kids get sick, families have tough days, and my reliability for playdates isn’t always up to par (one of mine is probably throwing up right now). I’m grateful you don’t guilt-trip me or add insult to injury.
You understand me, even during times when I struggle to understand myself.
Life feels like a circus as we watch our kids grow up. The chances to connect like we used to are few and far between. Our calls often get interrupted by our kids shouting for attention, and “give me a minute and go play” has become our go-to mantra. Yet somehow, we always pick up our conversation right where we left off, as if no time has passed.
I treasure these new nuances of our friendship.
We now have schedules that clash unlike the carefree days we once knew. We’re juggling new jobs, relationships, dreams, failures, heartaches, and victories. Still, I find myself falling short as your friend, and yes, I’m sorry again.
Gone are the days of spontaneous late-night phone calls, impromptu hair dyeing, and binge-eating brownie batter while waiting for pizza. I miss those moments dearly. But I find comfort in knowing that these busy seasons of life don’t define our friendship; they are merely phases we’re going through, times when we must focus on ourselves and our families.
Thank you for loving me so much that you don’t let chaos ruin what we have. You see me as the same person you’ve known since we were kids, and you recognize that I’m navigating my own challenges, which doesn’t diminish my care for you. You get that my craziness doesn’t compare to how much I love you.
Our friendship has always resumed right where it left off, often with pizza, gossip, and plenty of wine. Life may be pulling us in different directions, but you excel at meeting me in the middle.
Someday, you may struggle to find your balance, too. When that happens, just call me twice if I don’t answer the first time. Vent to me guilt-free, cancel plans if you need to, and know that I’ll love you from a distance if that’s what’s necessary.
I’m here for you, just as you are for me.
Love you always, Your Wine-Partner, Venting-Buddy, and Forever BFF