Falling out with my best friend has been harder than any relationship breakup. It happened at a time when I thought we’d have the most in common. She has two children and I gave birth to my daughter early last year.
We’ve both had a hand in this downfall no doubt. But the amount of judgement on my actions has been unreal. Actions that had everything to do with coping and nothing to do with a perceived ‘meanness’. Visits, invites, even mocking me breastfeeding. Taking it all as a personal offence rather than giving even a shred of understanding to a new mother.
The majority of this happened in the first six months of our daughters life, when everything was scary and new. We all know it can take a new mum about a year to recover physically and emotionally from having a baby, even without dealing with a traumatic birth.
I want to be the kind of person that gives time and support, mums supporting mums and people supporting people and all that. But everyone’s going through something and if that’s not possible a little understanding can go a long way. There was worse than a lack of understanding, there was judgement and anger. In the first six months of having my first child at an already isolating time in my life with additional family heartbreak.
Thank the baby gods for purchasing friends via NCT. A more supportive lot you will not meet.
I wrote an explanation for her (longer than this waffle) in January. I can’t bring myself to send it. I can no longer have my actions taken so personally, so negatively and misconstrued in every way even when I try to fix things. I do not believe I can make it right. Time to focus solely on the most important things. My family, being the mother I need to be and being the person I want to be.
I can delete a phone number but I can’t delete more than a decades worth of memories. I can’t fix mutual friends being pulled in both directions and the subsequent guilt. I can’t delete her from bridesmaid photos at our wedding. I hope I can look back on photos and memories with a fondness some day. For now.. deep breath.. time to move on.