I could feel shock go through me. My eyes grew wide, my mouth gaped for a moment, and I asked him to repeat himself.
He did. He hadn’t realized I didn’t know.
How was I supposed to know? You haven’t spoken to me in over a year.
Tears came to my eyes immediately, but I quickly composed myself and focused my attention back to him. This wasn’t about you. This conversation was about what he was saying to me, about the life changes he was going through. And I could give him my complete attention.
A little while later though, my mind repeated the same phrase over and over again. Instead of your name, I kept saying “my best friend.”
But really? You? You’re my best friend? You? Of all people? You who left me without looking back? You who made one horrible life decision after another? You who deserted me? You who turned your back on the support I offered you? You who dismissed people who have always loved you? You who robbed me of the honor and blessing of sharing this life together with our other friends and family? You who I called brother unabashedly and proudly only to be tossed aside as if I were someone you knew for a day?
No. No, you’re not my best friend. ‘Friend’ is a sacred word to me and it will be reserved for those who care for me and allow me to care for them.
I have learned one thing within the past fourteen months: You are not the person I thought you were.