Broken Bridges

All I asked was why he stopped making time for me. We had been friends since the third grade, but the start of our freshman year really put a damper on our friendship. Throughout the last three years, we have had our fair share of problems, but we always ended up together again.

We went through everything together. Being different from everyone else all of our lives, his coming out, his social transition, my coming out, our horrible parents, and I thought that we were inseparable. I guess I was wrong.

He wanted to spend time with Grace. I’ve never really liked her much, but this is for a reason. She turned all of my friends against me in the seventh grade, and then again in the eighth. I still try to be civil, but she doesn’t do quite the same. COVID has definitely been a big part of our fall out.

Grace’s older brother always goes out with large groups of people without distancing or wearing masks, and me, trying to be very cautious for the well being of my family, I don’t trust their family’s germs. That seems rude, but it’s true. Anyway, my formerly close friend wanted to spend time in person with Grace. I expressed at least three times that if he did, I would no longer be able to see him in person. That isn’t the only problem though. I wouldn’t make him choose between us, that would be a toxic trait. I would be fine with a phone call at least once a week, but of course, that isn’t what happened.

Anyway, going back a little bit, the day that my friend was going to invite Grace over, I was at his house. I had walked the 3 miles to his house with him after 7 am band rehearsal, and we spent the day doing schoolwork. I wanted to stay until 5 (an hour after I was originally going to leave), and I asked my dad to stay. He said yes, and everything was good until I was asked to leave. My friend and I had planned to stay together for the extra hour, but I guess he changed his mind. He said he wanted to invite Grace over soon, so just asked him if I should leave then (15 minutes before the original time I was going to leave), and he said yes. I definitely didn’t expect that! So, long story short, I texted my dad again and then waited about 45 minutes on his driveway for my dad to come to pick me up. It was just about as sad as it sounds.

After that, we really didn’t talk. We just sent streak pictures back and forth on Snapchat. That isn’t what is supposed to happen with best friends, it just isn’t. So I asked why he wasn’t making time for me. I was having a really hard time with my parents, and what did I get? No texts, no calls. I called him. I needed to talk. I wanted to kill myself, and the one person I trust wasn’t even calling me back. He didn’t even text me besides to ask why I called.

So I asked why he wasn't making time for me. I didn't get an actual answer, he just tried to shift the blame onto me somehow. It has been about two and a half weeks now, and we still haven't talked at all. I've had a couple of therapy sessions since this all started, and I've just been told to get over him. But it is hard. He is one of my few, and definitely my closest friend. I will just have to try my best to move on.