It was particularly upsetting for me because we had a rather big group of mutual friends. We've been involved (the group) for years and years, and it's very tightly knit. I wouldn't be able to step back from them and just go away, but I know he has his reasons. My only intentions were to 1. keep a line open if he wants to reach me, and 2. not push him.
That had to be miserably difficult. I have other friends who were shuffled around a lot growing up and it made them feel as if they could never truly attach to people, at least not without extreme anxiety or anger. I would resent having to say good-bye all the time. Family members are a "born into" situation. Your friends, however, are a personal choice, so it's a severance from something you chose to be open to. That hurts 20 times worse.my family moved a lot as a kid. on several occasions, i had to leave everyone i knew behind. it was never hard to muster up a smile and wave to family acquaintances, but when i had to leave behind a close friend, our departure was often along the lines of "cya". this is also what i told my friend of nearly a decade when he moved to another state.
Saying good-bye to all my friends in Ireland was a long weepy marathon. It wasn't just me trying to not to cry. It was everybody. I had one friend grab me and refuse to let go. I didn't want her to let go. I wanted to stay. Forever. They meant everything to me.
My Fe was in tatters, knowing we'd never see each other again. Not like this. Everyone around me. We'd scatter to the winds.
How do you handle that? When is "too much" and how do you react? Are you able to say "I'm not God, get off my back?"i feel as if many of the people i know rely on me to always remain balanced and composed...
I'll remember that.if anything, the brevity should indicate how much you meant to him.
He's still the only guy I've ever been able to argue with without it getting ugly. At least I have that stunning experience left behind. That's something.