
There have been two incidences in my own life this year where I, too, have been "dumped". One is by a member of my own family. With no explanation or warning or reason that I know of, one of our family members has just cut off contact with us. And not only with us. She does not seem to be in touch with anyone in our family. This is a distressing mystery.
The other instance involves friends who we have known for more than 20 years. They had their first grandchild this February and they emailed us when the baby was born. I sent their children a baby gift but I have not heard a word from them since. I expected to hear from them when my mother died but nothing even though we have tried to be supportive and encouraging to them over the years when they have had family tragedies. I sent them a card for their anniversary as is our custom but there has been no response at all.
I admit that I do not understand this kind of behaviour at all. Some people say that some friendships are only for a season and we should be ready to let go when interest lags. When there is mutual disinterest, I agree that you just move on with your life. I do think, however, that it is only common courtesy to bring some kind of closure to a relationship that last lasted for years. It would be nice, in my case, to get some kind of explanation to the sudden silence because I am tending to treat both these situations as a rejection of me and that may or may not be true.
The picture with this blog was taken on Saturday. For my birthday, I asked these two couples to meet us for a celebration lunch. We have all known each other for 20 plus years and try to have brunch or lunch every couple of months or so. We had a great time although this year has not been an easy one. Both our male friends have had health problems this past year and all three of the women have lost a parent recently.
The kind of friendship we share has been a support through some tough times although we do have to work at staying in touch since we live a fair distance away from each other.
Food for thought . . .