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Death and Friendships (not)

Posted on: August 17, 2016 | Posted by: Alison Miller

The fact that a decades old friendship is dead in the water and it doesn’t bother me says to me that it’s been floating belly up for some time, and I just never really noticed.

Friendships die for various reasons; it can be something small that suddenly becomes a catalyst, or it can be something big and you just can’t ignore it. 

I guess what really happened that caused me to recently end this particular friendship was the realization that she apparently hasn’t understood a damn thing about me for a long, long time, followed by clarity that made me see that she hasn’t been invested in me, or our friendship, for an equally long time.

The catalyst started over another issue, but quickly degenerated to a crass shit storm of judgements about me, about my grief, about how I’ve handled my grief…and then went even lower with accusations about my husband.

Seriously?

You’ve been running from your grief for 4 years instead of dealing with it. You didn’t need a new car or a trailer; you only bought them so that you could drive around the country and get noticed.  The inside of your trailer is filled with pictures of you and Chuck (this was written in an accusatory tone, for some reason).  I know things about Chuck and indiscretions with women but I don’t want to speak ill of the dead so I won’t say anything and you wouldn’t believe me anyways.

Wow. Where sick people will go, right?

Follow me to the blackboard and let’s diagram her comments, shall we?  I have a pointer to help us out.

Yes, indeed, I did paint my car/rig pink in order to draw people to me on the road.  As my mom would say that’s the pernt!  Jeez, I thought it was a pretty good plan, considering my brain was mush and my world was annihilated, but don’t go by me.  All it’s done is connect me with hundreds and hundreds of, you know, people, who give me hugs and I kind of like that, thank you very much.  And it has kept me from isolating myself in my grief.  Points for me on that!  And, hey, who doesn’t like pink?

And yes, the inside of my trailer is indeed filled with pictures of me and Chuck. Slap! Slap! Slap! to the side of the head here, as I try to figure out why that’s a problem for her, for anyone.  Bueller? Bueller?

Oh, yes.  And she was very upset that, when she visited me a month after Chuck died, I’d had a meltdown you know, because I felt safe to do that with my closest friend and my daughter one month after my husband died and shaved my head.  Please refer to various world customs where such expressions of grief are common.  It was very upsetting to her, you see.  And I didn’t talk to her much at the time, apparently now, now, no excuses about grief/shock/devastation/etc.

I’m a bad friend, aren’t I?

Honestly, I don’t care about the stupid shit stuff that was said.  It was what was said about Chuck, a man she purported to love in life, that sickened me.  That was tried on me years ago, right after Chuck died, by a very close family member.  Back then, because I was so fragile and shocked, it took me into a dark place.

Hah!

This woman here…me…I am much stronger now than I was after Chuck died. Words such as these, borne out of envy and jealousy, just strike my funny bone. 

And they took me full throttle into ending the friendship. Which, apparently, it really wasn’t anyways. But I’m slow to the obvious at times, so give me a pass, please.

The lives we have to live after our person dies are filled with change of every sort, most of them difficult ones.  People we thought we knew, people we thought knew us, end up, oftentimes, betraying us, if that isn’t too harsh a word to use here.  Betraying us by revealing shallow waters where, to us, they seemed deeper.  But our eyes open to realizations that have possibly floated around us for years, while we ignored them for one reason or another.

It saddens me for her, for others like her. In her case, she lost not only me, but Chuck too.  I hope it was worth it.

I had a love story for 24 years and that’s my story, and it cannot be taken from me.  Chuck had a love story too, with me, and that can’t be taken from me either.  It might be the only one I have in this life, but I had the joy of it, which is more than many can say. 

Life, right?

Insert sigh… 

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Categories: Widowed, Widowed Effect on Family/Friends, Widowed Emotions

About Alison Miller

My beloved husband Chuck died while we were full timing on the road. We’d rented a condo for our stay in southern CA, and I had to leave 3 weeks after his death. All I knew at that time was that I had to find a way to continue traveling on my own, because settling down without him made me break into a cold sweat. I knew that the only place I’d find any connection to Chuck again was out on the roads we’d been traveling for our last 4 years together. I knew nobody out on the road, I knew grief was a great isolator, and I knew I had to change the way I traveled without him, to make it more emotionally bearable for me. So I bought a new car, had a shade of pink customized for it, bought a tiny trailer and painted the trim in pink, learned how to tow and camp, and set out alone. My anxiety was through the roof, and all I knew to trust was the Love that Chuck left behind for me. I found Soaring Spirits early on, thank god, and the connections I made through SS helped ground me to some extent. I needed to know that other widow/ers were out there in my world, because I felt so disoriented and dislocated. Through Soaring Spirits, as the miles added up, my rig taking me north, south, east and west, I found community. I found sanity…or at least I learned that if I was bat shit crazy, I was in good company, and realizing that ultimately saved my sanity. PinkMagic, my rig, is covered with hundreds of names of loved ones sent to me by my widowed community, and I know it isn’t visible to the naked eye, but I’ll let you in on a secret…she actually illuminates Love as I drive down the many roads in our country, and I can see it through my side view mirror. Love does, indeed, live on~

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