Whenever I called her name, she came close.
We fell asleep sharing secrets and fears.
She listened to me and held me when I cried, like the nights I feared my house would burn with my beloved Bozo inside.
We took turns doing what the other wanted—reading, swinging on the tire swing, or playing school.
We were so close we finished each other’s sentences, reading each other’s facial expressions so words often were not even needed.
My best friend—my lifelong friend—was such a critical part of my life.
We were inseparable.
However, as we grew up, we grew apart, despite our previous closeness.
At first, she ignored me a little, focusing on what others said, what others thought was acceptable or fun.
Instead of listening to me, she took over conversations and occasionally even told me to hush, eventually leading me to talk less and less.
Soon, numerous days passed before she acknowledged my voice, too busy with her own agenda to hear what I had to say.
We spent less and less time together because she acted like a lovesick middle schooler, talking all about all the others in her life, discussing all she was doing for them.
Meanwhile, I was hoping that we could do things for each other.
It sounds like I became bitter.
Resigned might be a better way to describe my feelings.
Hopeless might be another.
It seemed while she grew larger than life, obsessed with impressing others to win their love, I grew smaller and smaller.
The irony is that she didn’t need to do anything to win my love.
I loved her without any reservations.
I was the one who knew everything about her, the one who would never betray her.
She followed that “teenage crush” for all things external.
She became a busy adult, too busy for me.
Busy impressing.
Busy doing.
Busy caring for others.
Busy mothering and teaching and grading and cleaning and driving and mowing and friending.
Busy.
When my life became difficult, when I was at my lowest, I barely heard from her.
She asked me what I had done to bring this on myself.
She told me to move on, to deal with it, and to put on my big girl panties.
I once again kept my mouth shut, didn’t argue, but picked myself up and kept going, just as she suggested.
I desperately needed to hear other words, but after all, she was my forever friend, so I was sure she was only saying those things in love.
She couldn’t read my mind or finish my sentences any longer.
When I talked, all I heard was an echo.
If only I could have seen how abusive this friendship was.
The best parts of me had been silenced.
I allowed her to rule my actions and guide my thoughts.
I diminished myself.
I became mute.
I was present all along, but she forgot I existed.
I was a silent shadow.
When life became hard for her six years ago, when those who promised to love her created more and more distance,
When they betrayed her,
When she felt like she might be all alone,
I was still there.
Through her tears and confusion at how life had turned out, she looked up and saw me.
She saw my smile.
She felt my hand in hers.
Tentatively, haltingly, she spoke a few words. Then the flood of words poured from her mouth.
We both remembered the ways things had been.
She realized I had been there all along and would never leave her.
To say that it was easy for me to believe the friendship was back would be an understatement.
After all, she had betrayed me.
She had silenced me.
She had blocked me out of her life for years.
But slowly, she earned my trust and allowed me to believe our friendship was stronger than ever.
A little over two years ago, she decided to choose me.
Just the two of us stood beside the Truckee River in Reno and made promises.
She promised to be there for me—-and she has been.
She vowed to listen—and she has.
She promised never to betray me again—and she hasn’t.
It became our "Gotcha Day."
Now, she and I enjoy the quiet and solitude.
Yes, we enjoy the company of others, but we treasure moments with just the two of us, as we read, listen to acoustic music, watch the birds, play with the dogs, and just sit.
She and I huddle together on the sofa as we watch TV, and she holds my hands or lets me lean against her shoulder and cry.
We cheer for our favorite football and basketball teams, each out-yelling the other.
She doesn’t push me to get up and go.
Instead, she encourages me to let her take care of me.
She wraps me in the softest of blankets.
We finish each other’s sentences, and we laugh at our own private jokes.
We once again go to sleep telling each other secrets, dreaming of the future.
Friends from birth.
Friends forever.
She’s mine, and I am hers.
Just to make sure you get this, this friend is me. For a very long time, I ignored myself. I ignored what I was really thinking and feeling. I focused on others so much that my true self was silenced and minimized. Only recently have I become friends with myself again.
I was struck the other day at the way I would have given up on this friend if someone had treated me this way—-and yet, I treated myself this way.
I am glad that “she” and I are friends again. I did make vows to myself in Reno two years ago beside the Truckee River. I even gave myself a ring (the ring pictured at the start of this blog post).
Here are my vows if you are ever interested in doing something similar:
Do you choose to be true to yourself from this day forward?
- To love yourself as best as you can and to be a comfort and a safe place for yourself to live?
- To listen to yourself deeply, to trust your gut, to allow yourself to be sad and angry?
- To learn compassion for yourself and nourish yourself with compassion?
- To love your body as it ages? To take care of yourself both in body and mind?
- To weigh the effects of the words you speak and the things you do—especially to yourself?
- To take on only today?
- To take on only what is yours?
- To see the amazing person you really are and give thanks?
- To honor the uniqueness of your spirit?
- To cherish those whose love and support helped bring you here today and helped shape you into the person you are today?
- To honor and respect you—who you are—not what you do or what role you play
- To celebrate your victories, rejoice in your achievements
- To give care and comfort, wisdom and truth—to others AND to yourself?
- To always be the best of friends to yourself?
What promises do you make to yourself?
- I promise to be gentle to me, speaking words of kindness and love.
- I promise to leave the voices of my past behind.
- I promise to define myself by being who I was meant to be—regardless of others.
- I promise to silence the internal jury, to encourage and believe in myself.
- I promise to never be with someone who does not make me feel safe. No more tiptoeing. No more losing of myself for the sake of keeping someone.
- I promise to only surround myself with those who value me.
- I promise to take time to heal.
Pictures from my "Gotcha Day" in Reno: