Turning the Page…

It’s been a year. One year since my last post. And exactly a year since my words destroyed another relationship. I say it that way and it makes it sound like it’s my fault, but I know it isn’t.

I wrote about a touchy topic, breastfeeding, and tried to shed some light on it from my perspective, which I feel is a unique one. I’ve really only been able to openly discuss it with a handful of people, so I was vulnerable when I posted and was fully expecting the backlash. But not from her. Not my best friend of 20+ years.

It was the most hurtful email (yeah, email) I’ve ever read and the most awkward way to let a relationship crumble. I mean, I guess in the long run, if that’s the end result anyway, it was better to cut to the chase. I’m not here to bash her because I do wish her and her family the absolute best, but just shedding some light on the wound I’m healing and the lapse in time. I guess in some ways I’m still processing something that will never make sense.

My relationships with family, friends, and colleagues, is something I don’t take for granted. I work at them. I nourish them. And often times, I give more than what I get in return. I know this about myself and sometimes it’s the thing I’m most proud of and other times it’s the thing I’m most ashamed of – mostly because it can leave me heartbroken, confused, and disappointed.

No one seeks to understand anymore? We can’t have differing opinions? We just cut right to cancelling and moving on?

That’s what happened last year on this day. So, I backed off. But, I value this outlet, and I’ve had the itch to write again the last few months. So, with a little encouragement from my sis in law, I’m back.

And I’m gonna continue to write about my experiences, my opinions, and my truth because I feel fake otherwise. I always welcome pushing those boundaries or having a conversation with each other around those norms. I sincerely believe that’s how we grow and evolve.

She can have our friendship, but she can’t take my words.