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arfie

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corona crowned over one of the most traumatic periods of my adult life. 100% of my age peers (currently 68) whom i used to call, "friends" abandoned ship and left me alone with 3 recently traumatized children and a grief bigger than flu season. i still haven't closed those social distances. i tell myself it wasn't much of a loss and? ? ? onward through the covidic fog.

i tell myself i don't miss them, but my heart grows a new callous every time i am reminded of the yaddah blahs that inspired me to mistake them for friends. the callous grows thicker when i remember about the speed with which they abandoned ship. i have no desire to reestablish contact, but my battered heart doesn't need any new callouses. i want to remember the friendly years without drowning in the bitterness of abandonment.

thoughts? experience?
 
Hi arfie,

For the first time in my life, I too am struggling with coping with having been betrayed. I get what you mean about heart callouses.

A few months ago I came across the diagnosis PTED. (Post-traumatic embitterment disorder) It was developed by a psychologist called Michael Linden.

I found this deeply, deeeeply helpful.

The treatment is called "wisdom therapy". (What a brilliant name, right?)

If you want to check it out, I'd be happy to have someone to discuss it with.
 
It’s expected you’ll lose most if not all of your non-parent friends, and all of your parent friends (because now, instead of just having to like people for themselves, there’s also whether or not you both can respect the other’s parenting styles), when you’re young & have kids… but because it’s both expected and usually comes fast on the heels on 1 or more friend-group (high school & university, high school & military, high school & single friends) losses?

It still hurts to suddenly be in yet another field of …crickets… but it’s something one has been growing used to, and expects to see a lot more of over the next 20-30 years, culminating wih the major losses of parent friends (as the kids grow up) & work friends (retirement). It’s not dropped out of the blue on you, with every major group loss supposedly behind you, and decades of expectations going -zzzzzwip!- straight out the window Prague-style.

Add in covid? <low whistle> Talk about not just needing to roll with the punches but getting jumped in. And then thrown out the window.

Nothing useful from me, here, except to sit beside you and raise a toast of recognition to Daaaaaaayum, Lady. You sure don’t mess around.
 
Ah yes, the betrayal of "friends." I can actually laugh about this first one now, but at the time I felt like I'd experienced a death. My bestie and I did everything together. Her name was (for real) Karen. We discovered each other after I moved to a new city after getting married. We both worked for the same company and attended the same church. Her mom and my FIL were first cousins. For years we did everything together - shopped together, coffeed together, shared maternity clothes, babysat each other's kids, talked on the phone, every Friday was our day together...until she vanished mysteriously out of my life. I was absolutely gutted...and confused. I finally got my answer a couple of months later from a mutual friend who Karen had tried to "recruit." Karen had become a Mary Kay consultant. At her first meeting with the representatives she was told to "get rid of" any people in her life who would not be supportive of her decision to become a consultant. Karen had told this friend she "assumed" I wouldn't be supportive so she dumped me. It would have been nice if I'd been given the choice, and yes, as her closest friend I would have supported her. Through the lens of perspective I now realize what I thought was a deep, wonderful friendship was really just Karen using me until something better came along. Once she got caught up in her makeup world and was competitively winning cars and jewelry, she became a materialistic, self-centered, unrecognizable woman who neglected her children. She was no longer a woman I wanted as a close friend...or even as a friend. Give yourself some time. You may come to realize you are a lot better off.

My next betrayal was more difficult, and if I'm honest it still hurts. I attended a women's Bible study for many years that met once a week. It was a rule that anything personal shared when we met could never be repeated outside of this circle of friends. We were a tight, close, caring group of friends. Unfortunately, we all attended the church where I was employed and where I had my breakdown. Things like that do  NOT happen to "good" Christians. I no longer attend that church or that Bible study or have that job and those lovely women are no longer my friends. During one of the most desperate times of my life these "friends" abandoned me. I think it was a combination of "only icky Christians have emotional problems" and concern my crazy might rub off on them. I miss their friendship, the trips we took together, the meals at restaurants, the laughter, the phone calls, but mostly just knowing I had a big bunch of women who were there for me and my family...until they weren't. It still hurts, but it does get better. It took a few years, but I was finally able to attend another church. Even though I promised myself I wouldn't, I've made new friends. It takes time to build the kind of relationships where people deeply know each other and sincerely care. Time. Give yourself time to let go and time to move on. 💜
 
It’s expected you’ll lose most if not all of your non-parent friends, and all of your parent friends (because now, instead of just having to like people for themselves, there’s also whether or not you both can respect the other’s parenting styles), when you’re young & have kids…

yea, i experienced this with my first pregnancy. at the time, i was working the backstage tech scene in music city and the sin of pregnancy was unmentionable in that crowd. an "open-minded" ostracization is a profound experience. with this go-round, most of the abandoning "friends" are parents of adult children. many of us shared the experience of raising those children. raising grandchildren really is a different ball of wax. i often feel like i've been demoted to, "mom."

Add in covid? <low whistle> Talk about not just needing to roll with the punches but getting jumped in. And then thrown out the window.

amen, i say onto thee, amen. no throwing out the window, though. "they" bricked in the windows and turned off the AC. "they" were all masked and socially distant, so i don't even know who to be angry with.

Nothing useful from me, here, except to sit beside you and raise a toast of recognition to Daaaaaaayum, Lady. You sure don’t mess around.

the toast of recognition was quite helpful. thank you. i agree with the adage that the greatest violence one can commit upon another is to disregard them altogether. my soul is black and blue from the covidic disregard. just mask it all. . .

i mess around plenty. i compost those messes. i make the finest compost in johnson county. no shortage of material to compost from in my broken life.
 
No words of wisdom here. But a raise of the glass as well. You've carried a lot, lady. A calloused heart should not be one of them. I'd say count your blessings, but what kind of BS that would be when all you are really trying to say is "I'm grieving loss, and it hurts beyond words". And, you are, from every direction possible and my heart is aching for you as you walk a seemingly impossible road. Your online friends are here, we are real people with real lives, who care, even if we are miles or oceans from you. Sitting with you while you while you grieve, drinking my apple juice from a champagne glass... 🫂
 
thank you, stillpen. methinks the wisest words for foolishness are, "run. fast."

my foster kids gave me a t-shirt for christmas 2020 that read, "social distancing champ of 2020." the covidic powers never did get a mask on me, but i still haven't reclosed those social distances. emphasis on "reclosed." 40 odd years of therapy, out the window with trust lower than ever.
 
corona crowned over one of the most traumatic periods of my adult life. 100% of my age peers (currently 68) whom i used to call, "friends" abandoned ship and left me alone with 3 recently traumatized children and a grief bigger than flu season. i still haven't closed those social distances. i tell myself it wasn't much of a loss and? ? ? onward through the covidic fog.

i tell myself i don't miss them, but my heart grows a new callous every time i am reminded of the yaddah blahs that inspired me to mistake them for friends. the callous grows thicker when i remember about the speed with which they abandoned ship. i have no desire to reestablish contact, but my battered heart doesn't need any new callouses. i want to remember the friendly years without drowning in the bitterness of abandonment.

thoughts? experience?
I met someone during covid who befriended. I fell in love with him and 2.5 years later he is still under my skin. I miss my friend so much, it's like torture.
 
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