A "Zombie friendship"

Well, a couple of days ago Kylie got a hold of me, which was good, since by then I was pretty much convinced I'd never hear from her again, and that she was going to go off herself.

However, our conversations were .... difficult, stilted, and we never really talked about why she left in the first place.

This got me thinking of referring to that time as a "Zombie friendship", because it had the shape of what it once was, but was lacking the vitality and life that made the relationship wonderful.

Now, she's gone again, and once more I have no way to know if she'll be okay, or if cutting me off is the first step in her plans to take her own life.

But I was thinking about it going to work last night, and I realized I had a choice here - I could spend my time beating myself up for the mistakes I made with her, or I could sit and wallow in my loss and let it run my life .... or I could use the results of her friendship - my increased confidence and emotional strength to do what I think she would want me to - make a good life for myself.

So I'm going to try and do the last option, and live a life that she'd be proud of me for, even if she never sees the end result.

Wish me luck in this.

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