I’m pissed.
No. I’m sad.
No. I’m mad.
How about pissed, sad, mad.
I could take a dump from a romantic partner.
Done plenty of that. And received plenty.
But it’s a BITCH gettin over a dump from a sistuh.
The last time a friend dumped me I knew exactly why.
It was 27 years ago.
And I deserved to get dumped.
I was consistently inconsiderate. And – well – a narcissist.
In other words — young.
And though I deserved it, I think about her every – well let’s not get dramatic – how about – every other day.
Because she was unique. Crazy smart. Super talented.
And one special Broad.
So grateful she is too cool for social media. ‘Cause I’d be a secret stalker to lick those wounds. Yeah, after 27 years.
Why is it that we recoup from romantic breakups? Eventually … And not this?
Stewing, I found a podcast @eifpodcast on this very subject —
They talked about the “closure” theory. That closure ends romantic relationships.
But there’s often no “closure” in friend dumping.
Well. I dumped and was dumped in all kinds of ways romantically.
With often – no real closure. So that theory no help.
Maybe it is that you say things to your BFFs that you would NEVER tell your lovers.
You not only DISH – not only soul talk – you pour your guts out. And they get it.
Did you see that Jane Fonda bit on friendships all over IG?
Talking about attractions — drawn to women who keep her rigid back even more rigid. I liked that. You aim high — especially as we age — no room in your closet for just “hang out” friends.
Maybe that’s it. You are (or perhaps I am) more fussy about my friendships than I am about my lovers.
We won’t analyze that here.
Back to the dump.
Did it have to be during Women’s history Month?
And now — after all those martinis, mega laughs and slobbering cries — making our legacy officially history?
Why is it sooooooo hard to break up with a pal? Your comments may ease my heart. And help me to stop thinkin about the bitch.