When I read recently about women in long term friendships going through therapy to work on their relationship, it didn’t strike me as odd at all, looking back on the tearful mediated sessions between my still best friend and myself in the wake of one injury or another we had done.
I meet a nice girl or boy. We hit it off, and I get friend-butterflies (frienderflies!) and begin to think, "Could this be it? Could this be my new best friend??" But then, casually, s/he will drop the best friend bomb.
I'm not sure why I was shocked, let alone hurt, when a girl I had known for 28 years tried to sabotage my wedding. It was right in line with all the other messed up things she had done to me over the years.