I passed this woman in the supermarket today. I know she saw me before I saw her because as soon as I saw her, her eyes darted away. I thought, how sad. We were friends, good friends. We shared so many holidays. I opened my family to her when hers was not there. I know intimidate details about her marriage, her family, her health, things I was told but asked to never repeat. I never will. I made a promise I will keep till I die.
I understand people grow and change. Bonds that once held wear out. But, should friendship be replaced with hatred? I can't, for the life of me, think of one incident that would cause this kind of disgust.
I come home and reflect. I write this post to get things off my chest. I wish I could have told her I don't hate her. I don't, I feel sorry for the hate she holds inside, the hate that turned her attractive face ugly.
Being friends and being civil are mutually exclusive events.
