Not about the cats
I fell out with my best friend. My heart is broken. My best friend and I have been besties for over 30 years. I'm lost again. We have become estranged. We pass eachother without acknowledgement or thought. Too busy to care. We have lost track of eachother. Stressful situations test friendships. You pull together or you pull apart. We've not breezed through life. We've had huge challenges in the past and worked through it, together. The balance has always been there though, for good and bad challenges. That balance seems to have tipped. More bad interspersed lightly with tiny bits of good. We are out of sync with eachother and life. I ran away. Not the adult, mature or respectful way to deal with things. My head was fizzing with everything and it was all stuck inside until I popped. Me and my best friend have not been supporting eachother. We are together alone. Alone is OK. Lonely is not. I wasn't being heard. I wasn't hearing either. This is life. This is ...