A Quickie in You can Haz Entries

Wow, I went more than a year without writing anything. Um…go me?
Right, so…the real reason I’m here.
I was talking to a friend about my married life, lo those many moons ago.
We don’t speak anymore. By her choice, mind you, not mine. And that’s okay. I wish it had ended on a more amicable note than her ranting at me about imagined slights. Despite it all, I do wish her happiness.
I thought about it today.
And I won’t lie; it got me a little melancholy.
Why, you ask? I’ve been trying to process that myself. Here’s the conclusion I came to: I am hurt that it ended poorly. Despite whatever jokes I might make about being married, I really did have some wonderful times with her. That is what I took away from it.
Yes, there were many bad times. I fucked up a lot. And so did she. I owned my fuck-ups. I cannot say the same for her, but I digress. I’m not here to bash her.
I feel low because, despite everything, I lost a friend, one who meant a great deal to me.
I wish I could say why, so many years after we split, I am feeling this way.
The important thing is to acknowledge it, not fight it, and move through it. And I will move through it.
Because that’s what life is. A series of meetings and partings. Dickens put it better, but you get my meaning.