Once upon a time I had a BFF and it was awesome. I miss having girl talks, going shopping, and drinking fruity drinks out of pretty glasses.
I had a girlfriend that I could talk to about anything and everything. She knew just about everything about me and she STILL liked me.
We worked together, we talked on the phone every day, and she was even BFF's with my husband. How great is that? She got me through one of the hardest years of my life. People envied our relationship. They talked about how we were the type of friends that were going to grow old and be funny old ladies together.
Then I got pregnant.
I've always had Obsessive Compulsive disorder, this is nothing new, but something in the hormonal changes of pregnancy took it to a whole new level. I was so terrified of leaving my room and having ANYONE see how bad my OCD really was, I shut her out. I stopped returning calls. I stopped accepting invitations. I stopped being her friend. An irrational part of me held against her that she didn't try harder; angry that she didn't see something was wrong. Wouldn't she know that I would never stop being her friend unless something was going on?
Is this inevitable? Do all friends with different lifestyles eventually grow apart? That idea makes me sad.