Sad, lost
I found out today that one of my very best friends is leaving her husband and moving across the country. In two weeks. I feel gutpunched. I feel bad for them as a couple. I've known them for 15 years, and I remember when they were happy. I feel bad for them individually. The husband in an undiagnosed, untreated, self-medicating bipolar dude. The wife can no longer live with him. I don't blame her. I don't even really blame him, although I wish he'd face up to the fact that he needs medical attention.
But it's too late. She's leaving.
I got home from work, got into the shower, and cried like a little kid. Not exactly something I do very often.
I know that with the internet and livejournal and facebook and email we'll stay in touch. But it's not the same. It's not the same as sitting up all night watching bad movies, drinking Red Dog and laughing like lunatics. It's not the same as going to live music together. It's not the same as just hanging out.
Maybe I can go visit her in Arizona sometime. But until the economy gets less horrifying, that's not likely to happen soon.
Off to feel sorry for myself, and for them.
But it's too late. She's leaving.
I got home from work, got into the shower, and cried like a little kid. Not exactly something I do very often.
I know that with the internet and livejournal and facebook and email we'll stay in touch. But it's not the same. It's not the same as sitting up all night watching bad movies, drinking Red Dog and laughing like lunatics. It's not the same as going to live music together. It's not the same as just hanging out.
Maybe I can go visit her in Arizona sometime. But until the economy gets less horrifying, that's not likely to happen soon.
Off to feel sorry for myself, and for them.