But We Were Blood Sisters...

My best friend of twenty-four years broke up with me yesterday.

There is nothing fun to be said about this, no blogger spin that makes me feel any better.

It is a loaded relationship and a complicated story that merits a book not a post.

This may be one of those things that I will still be unpacking with a therapist twenty years from now. Do we all have that list? The traumas, big and small, that shape how we view the world.

The tricky challenge, as with any break-up, is honoring what we had and what it has meant to me and how it has shaped me for the good, instead of fixating solely on the pain of the past two days.