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Processing the Pain When a Friend Leaves

Processing the Pain When a Friend Leaves

Her phone calls seemed to get farther and farther apart.  She seemed distant and aloof and I started to wonder what was going on.  I considered her to be my closest friend.  We roomed together for years in a spacious, sunny apartment.  We had been through a lot together and had supported each other through hard times.  We also laughed a lot, and had code sentences that only we knew what they meant; private jokes built over years of closeness.  I wondered why she wouldn’t get back to me. 

by Gretchen Flores