By Mermaid Shelley
I posted this article to our magazine in our issue celebrating friendship. Not everything about friendship is perfect; sometimes there are painful elements as well. Here, I share the end of a meaningful relationship and how I coped. I hope it brings a sense of comfort for those of you who may have had a friend "break-up".

I mourned the loss of my friend for months. No, she didn't die or move away. She broke up with me! After several years of ups and down in each of our personal lives, she felt our friendship was too much work for her. Being an extroverted, high-energy girl, I was more than my reclusive, introspective friend could manage. While our friendship was deep and mutually beneficial during the good times, her need to heal quietly outweighed her need for friendship during a bad time. Ouch!
My dear, long-term friend knew my true personality. I had no need to be something I wasn't with her, nor did I have to put on any kind of front to win her approval. She was my let-my-hair-down, a true jeans-and-t-shirt-no-makeup, grumpy-mood friend. We discussed things spiritual and intellectual. We ranted and raved at the injustices of the world. We wrote and shared poetry and other literature. In our extremes, she was Darth Vadar and I was Pollyanna. It worked for us!
It's not that I am fakey or shallow, but I let my true self shine with only a select few close friends. They know my dreams, fears, desires, and hurts. In turn, I am entrusted with the same from them. Their lives are woven into the threads of my own. Losing my friend, who knew me this deeply, someone who has seen me in good moods, in bad moods, in anger, in tears, in joy, was like losing a part of my history. A thread in my life unraveled and it felt like a part of the fabric was torn.
I didn't quite know how to talk to my other friends about my pain. Would this rift somehow lessen me in their eyes? My therapist helped. She comforted me by sharing that I am not the only one who has been traumatized by a friend break-up. She helped me to learn why friends stop being friends and what the normal fallout is from a friendship's end.
One of the most frustrating things for me was a lack of resolution. With the break-up, I had no control of the out-come. No amount of negotiation was going to change this situation and knowing my friend as I do, I knew arguing would only exacerbate the state of affairs. I have to say, I was angry. With coaching from my therapist, I was able to recognize and state that I was frustrated, hurt, and angry. Acknowledging and allowing myself to feel these emotions was an essential part of my healing process.
Not all friendship break-ups are deeply painful. However, physiologists state that for some, the end of a close friendship is more difficult than ending a romantic relationship. I truly benefited from the support and guidance that my mental health professional provided. I encourage those who are hurting to seek the help of a counselor or therapist. The anguish is real. Denial will only bury the issue and may set the stage for a future friendship disaster.
Now that I've worked through the emotionality of the parting of ways, I have determined to celebrate the good things from our friendship. My friend isn't evil or malicious. She is a wonderful, talented and kind woman. While she isn't part of my life right now, I can reflect back on the richness of the years past. I have mementos of her in my home that remind me of times spent with her. Every so often, I pull out a poem she's written and delight in her creativity. When other friends ask about her, I speak honestly about what happened, but I am careful to honor her.
There will always be a hole in the fabric of my heart where my friend used to be. I will not fill it with another. She is unique and non-replaceable. I am still sad she chose to bear her burdens alone. But, I love her and that will have to be enough.
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