Tl;dr resurfacing feelings of hurt at loss of a platonic friendship after seeing nostalgic photos posted online. How do you completely get rid of those feelings?
I was recently invited to join a group reminiscing about a local social scene from my youth. It was really nice seeing all these people I once knew as older adults and seeing how many of them have stayed in touch over the decades. One thing that really hit me is how my memory of back then seems to be so different from the photo evidence. I’m not in any of the photos and people I thought were quite good friends don’t remember me. In almost all of the photos was my then best friend. We had been through high school together and I had got her interested in this particular scene. For the first couple of years we had great fun. We were like sisters and spent every waking (and sleeping) moment together. Really like the kind of friendships tv shows are made about.
Then we weren’t close, then we weren’t even friends. Nothing in particular happened and I know people grow apart as they grow up but it wasn’t really like that. I just wasn’t cool in how I looked or dressed and she craved popularity. She used me to climb socially and binned me when she reached the top. She was stunning and all the boys fancied her and I was the ugly squirt of a pal no one wanted around, It didn’t do her credibility any good.
It took me a long time to get over the loss of a such dear friend that I loved (platonically) very much. In time I made other sort of friends and had many, many more fun nights out but none were quite like those years, nobody was that close and none of them lasted longer than a year or so before they too moved on. Seeing all the photos of back then where I’m just not included in them and seeing her face in all of them just brings back the hurt I felt at being binned so unceremoniously. I’m reminded of how miserable I was and how lonely I was. I didn’t understand why it had to be all or nothing or why we couldn’t remain distantly pleasant. Within a year she didn’t even acknowledge me in passing. This was over 25 years ago
It was all in the past, forgotten about. I’d moved on... or so I thought.
I guess I was surprised by my reaction to it all, the resurfacing of that hurt. Half of me would love to know she’s well and happy and the other half still feels bitter about they way I was treated.
How do others bury away these feelings of hurt and loss? I’ve had boyfriends I loved that I had less sadness at losing. I thought it was long gone. I don’t want to leave the group as the other memories are nice but this just lingers.