I’m not sure you know this, but I hated the day you got married. It was a day that defined our different teams. You became misses and I stayed miss. I didn’t foresee how things would change. I just knew they would. You would be with him more and I would be with me more.
The only consolation was that we still got bagels and coffee together.
But then you changed.
Suddenly you started to believe I didn’t understand because I wasn’t married and I started to believe you didn’t understand because you were married. It was a mess.
And I just want to say, I’m sorry.
I am sorry for contributing to the distance.
I just wanted my friend back. I wanted the girl in pearls back! But you were gone, deep in the marriage pit where I didn’t live. There were days I wished I could drag you out of there because I knew you weren’t happy, but what could I say to change your mind? You were stuck.
And so the years went by with more and more distance between us until one day you told me you were going to therapy.
Finally we were on the same team again. Because I was broken then too.
You told me that you struggled with being too hard on yourself. I did too.
And when I told you what I did to deserve therapy, you said, “Yeah, I’ve been there too.”
Now, all I can say is, thank you. Thank you for closing the distance because I really needed you.