Lynette woke up with tears on her cheeks. She grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears away. Why was I crying? She sat up, staring out the window at the full moon, trying to remember the dream she had. It was all so fuzzy, but she knew it was sad, for she was really crying. She got up and put on a robe. When she started for the kitchen to make some tea she remembered it all and it hit her hard, almost doubling her over with pain.
It was that horrible argument she had with her best friend, Charles. They had been so close for the last two years then it just all blew apart when he betrayed her. They were having an argument, something they often did, but it could been smoothed out. It could have got to the point where they each apologized, knowing all was good, knowing they loved each other. Then in the middle of the argument she got a phone call from another friend who asked if she had heard what Charles was saying about her to people they both knew.
When Lynette said no, looking quickly at Charles, the friend on the phone said that Charles told others about their last disagreement, a private conversation, and degraded her to others. The pain Lynette felt when she heard that
was unbearable and sent her into an emotional breakdown, which exploded in the argument she was currently having with Charles. It turned into a long and very hurtful disagreement with accusations on both sides. It ended with Lynette telling him they were no longer friends and to leave her alone. He angrily said he would and left.
They both were so hurt and the painful memories lasted a long time. Lynette knew the friendship was gone – just like that! She kept thinking “How could he do that to me? I have loved him like he was my brother.” It took her several days to realize she just had to go on without him as a friend. They worked at the same place, so it would not be wise to publicly retaliate, nor did she really want to. Instead she did the best she could to remain pleasant to him while at
Days turned into a few weeks and Lynette felt she was over the painful memories and hurt. She kept telling herself that she forgave him and herself for sacrificing their friendship. Now here she was at 3:00 in the morning crying over her cup of hot tea that was by now cold. She knew in her heart that she had to talk with him. If the friendship was to be healed and go forward, they had to share their feelings and openly forgive each other.
Lynette went back to bed and lay there wondering how and when they could come back together and try to repair the damage they both did to each other. The closeness was gone, but could they start over and find it once again? Time will tell.
The first thing to do was to forgive.
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© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns
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