Growing Apart

Growing Apart
One women met another and they became friends. It was an unlikely friendship. One lived in poverty, working seven long days each week. The other was retired with comfortable means. One had only a high school education; the other collected degrees all the way to a PhD. One was married with seven estranged children; the other single with two estranged children.

alone
bound only
in victimhood
the two women
comforted each other

The woman landed in the lowest pit of despair. She reached out for help and found someone who showed her that each of us makes our own reality. If we believe ourselves unworthy of love, then that is what our reality confirms.

half empty
or half full
seeing exactly
what we know
to be true

Bit by bit, the woman reconfigured her reality. In the beginning, she was terrified and her world felt like shifting sands. She was between worlds and while she longed for the security of the known, she also knew that she could never again return to the black hole of despair.

step by step
possibilities open
a crow
trumpets the change
from the highest fir

When the woman learned to set healthy boundaries and to realize that her own free floating anxiety made it much harder to cope with her friend’s highly unstable energy, her friend was disquieted. Her friend wanted more than the woman could give, wanting it all on her terms.

sadly
the woman realized
the friendship was
going to end
badly

The day came when the friend stormed away, solid in her own victimhood, finding comfort from others who shared that bond. The woman needed to release her friend with love and blessings, hoping that her friend would one day find her own way.

a fledgling robin
on the edge
of the nest
finding the courage
to soar

5 thoughts on “Growing Apart

  1. There are people in my life who I would love to show this too…but they would not or cannot be receptive.
    One however now has dementia…And the other continues to believe that sharing negativity is the only way to get attention, and believes that any advice that is not their own is wrong.

    Letting go isn’t always easy. Most often never is. It’s taken me years to resolve that I must be just a tad selfish in caring for myself so that I can actually care for the others who appreciate where I have come from, how much I have grown and what I can and have accomplished.

    May you continue to be blessed with those people who can see where you have come from, how much you have grown and what you can and have accomplished.

    With love, Jules

    • Thank you so very much, Jules. I know you have had similar struggles and I so appreciate your support. And yes, it is true that we can’t make people be receptive. I have the greatest compassion and sympathy for those living in such horrible places, but you are right that we do have to care for ourselves or we are no good to anyone. May you also be blessed. You certainly enrich my life. Again, your comment means more to me than I can ever say.

      With love, Daphne

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