One of these circles of friends is slowly imploding. It’s been a long time coming, I’m sure, but it’s become more apparent recently.
I always thought the whole group of us would stay friends forever (innocent and naïve, that was me) but as time as gone on and the realities of busy lives, changing priorities, and different personalities have come into play, we’ve splintered. Keeping in touch with people takes a lot of effort, an effort that might not always be worth it.
In some friendships, keeping in touch is easy as short, chatty e-mails are quickly exchanged and long stretches of silence are punctuated by get-togethers where you talk, laugh, and act like you’ve never missed a moment.
In other friendships, however, either one party or both parties falls behind in the communication and somehow, the relationship just disintegrates.
What’s worse, though, is when friendships crumble for other reasons.
A jackass husband that is impossible to get along with.
A falling out between two friends forces a group into factions. Some people are assigned to a faction without even knowing it and suddenly they are excluded from activities without understanding why.
Hurt feelings. Misunderstandings. General bitchiness.
Slowly, over time, the group falls to pieces. Some friends are cut out of lives like band-aids ripped from skin – a quick sting, then relief that it is over. Some friends just fall to the wayside. Others become even more cherished.
Is this just a side effect of adulthood? Do growing older and growing up mean growing apart?