I was dreading going out on a date with my Benny Boy for my birthday. Since Charlotte was born just over three years ago, we are rarely alone and if we are we always end up talking/disagreeing/rucking about the ginger one. But we had a lovely date at one of the posh curry houses locally. Thank you lovely husband for a great night!
My blog this week is about friendships. What does it mean when somebody deletes you from Facebook? To be honest, I don't really care. The number of "friends" I have on there changes on a daily basis and I don't really give a toss. I love FB for several reasons. Firstly, I have met some great people in my life that I have failed to keep in touch with because of a number of reasons such as logistics and busy lives. I love that I can keep in touch with old school friends, holiday rep mates and ex work colleagues. I even communicate with some of my best buddies through it and its a great way of networking and building new relationships with some of the Mums that I have met. To be honest, it is my social life as long gone are the days when I was out most evenings. I feel sad about that, but I chose to be a Mother and it has been life changing but well worth it as the love I have for my daughter is the most important thing that as ever happened to me.
Recently someone I care about and grew up with deleted me from FB and it hurt like hell. My own stupid fault. I had a falling out with a close friend a few years ago over a man! Not as you imagine, but this friend was going out with a guy she met through me who I did not realise at the time had psychopathic tendencies. To cut a long story short he ended up moving in with me and Benny Boy and played a manipulative game. He had some mental health issues and I find things hard to handle at a difficult time in my life (miscarriages, fertility issues etc). I told the pair of them to get lost always believing that my friend and I would pick up further along the line. Eventually we spoke again and even had a coffee but our friendship would never be the same again, mostly due to circumstances and the directions our lives had taken.
This girl was one of the nicest people I had ever met and took me under her wing when at 13 I found myself alone. She is kind, sincere and considerate. We helped each other with our homework, I stayed at her house and her Mum dealt with my Dad who was very strict and would not let me go to the discos.I was her Dad's girlfriend. I visited her when she lived in Scotland, fixed her up with loads of guys (okay so they were all rubbish and not suitable), was her sole support at police graduation. We were pulling partners, she was my closest confidante. We went on our first holidays together with Club 18-30, backpacked Europe together. She came to see me in Ibiza and I miss her terribly. Why was I so crap? Since Charlotte, my communication with her (and lots of friends) has become "We must get together" or "I will email you some dates". I see most of my good friends no more than four times a year. I feel so sad. I must have really pissed her off as we have about 26 mutual friends on FB including my neigbours, people from school that neither of us have seen for years and years, ex partners of old friends and probably the postman! Do you get my point here? Oh well, one day I will send her this just to get off my chest how bad I feel about all this and wish that I could turn back time.
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