I think we’ve all, maybe most of us anyway, have had conversations and thoughts surrounding friendships and how they’ve changed since our bereavement.
I’ve been so upset and angry with the one person I considered closest to me, who held me up though N’s diagnosis and subsequent recurrence of cancer, right to the end.
Everything changed after N died.
We grew apart, I found the pity looks and platitudes too much to cope with, it certainly wasn’t what I expected. There were thing’s I wasnt told, a distance I couldn’t fathom.
We both knew we were hiding something from the other, I guess.
I didn’t know how to say I didn’t like the kid gloves treatment and the pity…
She didn’t know how to tell me she’d been diagnosed with cancer the same day N died.
So now I feel a bit more broken, somewhat guilty and still a bit cross, but with a hope we can build our friendship again.
It goes to show, you really never truly know someone else’s story…
Let’s keep talking…
and thank you for sharing.