It’s hard to remember when we first met – so many of my childhood memories revolve around our times together. We were inseparable for many years; people could barely tell where you ended and I began. But it’s been a while. We’d drifted apart; I was wrapped up in my own life for so long – but now, like all very best friends it’s like we’ve never been apart.
I was surprised by how easy it was to pick up where we left off; how quickly our old ways of being together fell back into place; how old habits reformed and how soon enough we were finishing each other’s sentences, completing each other’s thoughts and prioritising our time together above everything else.
But the thing is, and it’s really hard to be honest about this, I’m not sure I really have time for our friendship any more. It’s just so intense and leaves little time for the friends I’ve made and the family I’ve grown whilst we’ve been parted. I feel that perhaps you’re resentful of my other relationships because you seem to seek a perverse pleasure in preventing me from spending time with the people I love the most. You seem to want me all to yourself and you work hard to prevent me enjoying time with my children, with my husband and with even my closest friends. I wonder too whether you’re jealous of my achievements? It feels like you’re doing all you can to undermine and sabotage everything I’ve worked so hard for.
And you’re just, well, such hard work to be around. I spend my whole life walking on eggshells when I’m with you. I heed your voice above everyone else’s for fear of what will happen if I don’t. And when I’m with you I seem to lose sight of my senses and I do and say all sorts of things I wouldn’t normally even dream of.
So I’m sorry, but I think perhaps it’s time we parted ways. I won’t ever forget our special times together; I’ve learnt a lot from you and much of what I do is inspired by the times we’ve shared – but I just don’t have time, either physically, or emotionally, to continue to make space for you in my life right now. I can’t just get up and walk away. I care too much about you for that and our relationship goes back too far; but I hope that perhaps we can start to find time for other people and other things in our lives… And I hope we can do that soon, before it’s too late. Do you think we could try that?
I do hope so because I’m tired, and I’m fed up of letting people down because of you. I’ve come to realise that when we’re together, I’m not the best version of me – so please forgive me and quietly let me go.
Your old friend,