Friendship isn’t always as strong as we think that it is. My generation grew up with lessons about sisterhood and girl power, but when it comes down to it, we don’t put our friendships first and don’t trust our friends to have valuable insight into our lives. The fact is, the Spice Girls broke up, the Sex and the City ladies moved on, and so must we, I suppose.
I guess what this really comes down to is that I’m a bad friend. For some reason, I’ve been put in the position of having two friends (of the same name, oddly enough) who have the habit of making the same bad decisions over and over and OVER again. Sure, those decisions are theirs to make, but the idea that those decisions do not involve the people who care about them makes no sense to me. When you care about someone, it is terrible to watch that person screw up her life. So, I’m a bad friend because I care and cannot keep my nose out of my friends’ problems. There are so many things that you don’t let your friends do. If a friend wanted to murder someone, I wouldn’t let her, so why should I let a friend screw around with a married man (for the nth time)? But, damn, good friends just let their friends fuck up their lives and don’t do anything to stop them. So, that’s it; I’m not going to do it anymore. I refuse to be friends with a person who makes me feel like a bad friend. If you don’t value me, then you don’t deserve me. After all, if I wanted to deal with relationship drama, then I’d get a boyfriend and fight with him.
So, I’m giving up. It’s over. Off to friendship divorce court. She can keep all of the memories; I don’t want them. I can say that there has never been a point after I gave up on my friendship with my high school friend that I regretted my decision. I just felt relieved. I’ll probably regret not being friends with this other friend, but it has to be done. Her life is no longer my problem because I’m not invested in it or part of it. And you know, I feel better already.
