For some reason, the friendships shared between women are bereft of simplicity.
I don’t know why, but I suspect it’s because we ladies are in many ways more emotional beings than our brawny counterparts.
I started thinking about this a few weeks ago upon hearing several different stories about best friends that had grown estranged. I’ve had my fair share of these bitter experiences and discovering it happened to other women gave me an odd sense of solace.
It seems any good gal pal duo can suffer a setback from time to time.
Suffering a split with a best friend can feel a bit like a break up. Missing that deep connection, that trusted confidant can feel like you’ve lost an arm or a leg; life isn’t the same, but you know it will go on.
The hard part about breaking up with a best friend is thinking about what kept the friendship together. Did you bond over a period of your life, like meeting and surviving college together? Did you connect because you both shared a fleeting hobby like tap dancing?
It’s a trite phrase, but I really do buy in to that reason, season, lifetime philosophy. Some friendships just aren’t meant to last. Enduring friendships are hard work and require a deep commitment from both parties, and not everyone is up for that dedication.
It’s fair to let a relationship wane when you make the discovery your connection wasn’t as solid as you thought it was.
I’ve had male best friends and female best friends. My relationship with my male best friend is rock solid. He is my greatest cheerleader, my biggest confidant. He is reliable x infinity. He’s also the one who pushes my buttons and challenges me to think differently or be better than I am.
And I think our relationship is pretty straightforward because he’s a dude.
We’ve primarily hit bumpy spots when I’ve let my emotions get the better of me; he is pretty pragmatic and doesn’t shrink away from my emotional moments. He knows I will turn into a five alarm bitch if I don’t get enough sleep or food when we travel.
Friendships with women are trickier. Both parties think about things we never say. We feel things we never reveal. We hold on to past wounds we never heal.
Those offenses have a way of hijacking an otherwise solid relationship.
I am grateful for my closest female relationships. I’ve gotten to know women who feel as close to me as my own sisters, and those relationships can make a woman feel safe and stable when she doesn’t have the reliability or foundation of a spouse and family.
Over the past few months I’ve reacquainted with one of my oldest, dearest friends. She and I live very different lives and grew apart, even though only six miles separate us. We spent almost three years with nary a word between us, but only Facebook ‘likes’ and sparse status comments.
A personal heartbreak revived our friendship, one that is founded on support, openness and a mutual adoration of fashion trends.
I am glad to have this friend back in my life. A really painful situation brought us back together, but I know more good memories and fun times are on the horizon.
Reuniting with a dear, old friend gives me hope for all of the estranged relationships out there – the strong ties that lay dormant, waiting for a reawakening.
Anything is possible when friends are involved.