Hello friends! It’s Meghan, and today we’re getting personal. Today, I am going to share my thoughts, feelings, and experiences about drifting away from my best friend. What I mean by that is a slow incognicent unfriending. I’m sure this is something you’ve experienced (or will at some point), and it’s quite an odd thing- one day you’re friends, and the next day you’re not, but you don’t seem to notice.
Now, this is just what I went through in two of my close childhood relationships. You’ll hear about this in a second, but both friendships started to fade away after the first year of middle school, which can be a rough time, so strength to anyone going through that, or this, right now.
Throughout elementary school, I had two best friends. One friend, who’s the focus of this post, was nothing less than my sister. She spent every day at my house, my parents treated her as their own, and we went everywhere together, heck she even had a drawer in my room! My other friendship had a rough start, but we truly brought out the best in eachother despite being polar opposites. These two girls were not friends, in fact they despised eachother, bringing up so much petty 9 year old drama, but that’s besides the point.
I entered middle school with 2 best friends and 5-10 close friends, and left with 3 close friends. Most of my close friends were, as horrible as this sounds, just convenient- we lived close to eachother, or had known eachother since pre-school- you know how childhood friends are. Honestly, it made sense that we didn’t all stick together, and I was okay with it.
Oh, but my two best friends. Two completely differently people and relationships, but just about the same ending. Slowly but surely, we started to drift away from eachother. At first we started hanging out a little less, then we started experimenting with other friend groups and found our places… and then it just… stopped…
My parents actually used to blame for losing their “favorite child” because I had started hanging out with my current friends more and kind of just “left my best friend hanging.” I felt guilty at first, and in some ways I still do, but now I relize that it’s no one’s fault. Sure, we were close when we were younger, but we’re different people now, and I know that our mutual split is for the better. There’s no use in forcing something that isn’t meant to be.
I actually tried to rekindle our friendship, and it was clear to me that our chapter had ended. She came on vacation with us, and it ended up being pretty awkward. She still fit perfectly into our family, but we were no longer the friends that could tell secrets to eachother and truly be ourselves. We are now the friends that annually meet up for ice cream and talk about our past and text heartbreakingly true, yet empty “I miss you”s on birthdays.
It’s definitely an odd feeling to look at the person who you were once joined at the hip with, (and when I say that, I mean it) and have no idea who they are. And it hurts to think about all of the memories you shared and time spent together and know that things will never be the same, but you also have to know that it’s okay. It’s okay that you moved on, and it’s important to treasure the time spent together and the value that they brought to your life.
Have you had a similar experience? Let me know in the comments! Thanks so much for reading and have a fantastic day!
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