Longish friendship, not really close, but still a loss at my age. I'm in my 50s and have health issues, so not easy to cultivate "new" friendships and not even sure thats what I want. I even wonder if I am becoming quite reclusive, and finding the one or two friends I have left quite disappointing
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To recap about my friend, I always felt worse after seeing her or speaking to her. She was so ME! ME! ME! it was exhausting, literally! I probably drew back a bit when I felt she wasn't really interested in my life that I was more of a social companion or sounding board or counsellor (she was a terrible gossip too!).
But she was lively, funny at times, and not a bad person. I miss her, and our shared memories and humour, and feel surprisingly
about it at times.
Last time I rang her in March she quickly said I'll call you back but never did. I take this as a goodbye, which is fair enough, as earlier in the year I was dreading hearing from her and her long monologues.
But do miss her. Weird.