I lost a good friend today.
The end was unhurried and painful, and it was something completely avoidable.
We knew one another since our days working in the Personnel Department, as far back as 1980. We briefly lost touch with one another when I temporarily left my job to return to college, and we struck up again when I returned to work.
We had tons of fun visiting one another on breaks, going out to lunch, and we even took a few business trips to Washington, DC. Then, when the time was right for her, she retired. I stayed on since I had a couple more years to go before I could take my early retirement.
We texted quite a bit, wherein the topics were the news of our lives, trips, recipes, a few jokes, mourning the deaths of colleagues.
Last summer, her texting increased. “Do you like watching the Presidential debates as much as I do?”
“Yes,” I texted back. It was as innocent as that.
And we would share nothing more than, “I watched last night,” and our opinions on the speakers’ clothing fashion. It was as innocent as that.
Then the final two candidates were announced, and her texts became even more frequent. They were off the deep end, and going deeper into the abyss.
In a nutshell, my friend began a daily spam-texting spree with obvious misinformation about “the other candidate.” I support free speech and opinions, but passing along unmistakable lies and grotesque spins is not responsible, and therefore, not conducive to intelligent conversation. Anyone who was inclined to fact-check would see it was all twisted and full of lies.
She went into a meltdown, fomenting an unrelenting negative obsession with whom she didn’t like.
Though I asked her repeatedly, nicely, then boldly to please stop sending me such texts, she nevertheless continued.
Today, I removed her number from my cell phone, but not without first to cheer, then mourn, the friendship we once had. She didn’t respect me. (In all of our long friendship, never did I berate who she liked in anything, nor did I ever discuss politics with her, and neither did she until this go ‘round.)
I wish her internal peace and acceptance.
There are reasons for setting boundaries and for etiquette. They are there to govern how we act in consideration of others and to protect what we deem acceptable to ourselves.
No one should be force-fed crap. No one deserves that. No one.
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.