The death of a friendship.

Seconded.

Can’t agree with Cat Whisperer and sandra_nz; you’ve been honest with her, she’s responded, and it’s probably time to just step back for a bit.

Skald, I think it’s hard to know what’s really going on with ‘Courtney’ and you can drive yourself insane wondering. Love her anyway like you always have, because the fact that it was a very “odd (and) cold” thing that she did, may be indicative of things not being easy for her at the moment and you may have just been the unfortunate target. You know how it is - we hurt the people closest to us because we think we have a bit of a free card there.

Take a breath, know that you’re doing all that a good friend can do, and keep in mind that if it is the end, it still doesn’t negate the journey.

And do a poll. It’ll make you feel better.

I’m sorry, Skald.

This can happen, you can lose friends (good ones) over time. I lost one friend by bringing him his favorite beer, the brand we and our friends had shared after softball games, over to his seat at his wedding reception.
It was meant to be celebratory, like “…look at her! You hit a homerun there & here’s a ice-cold beer for you, because you Deserve one on your wedding day!”
It was taken poorly with the response of, “Do you think I wanted a beer at my wedding!? Do you know I have to pay for that beer? Do you think I couldn’t serve myself if I had actually Wanted a beer?” The disgust on his face was palpable.

His bride looked on, loving it, and eating up every word.

He and I had grown up next door to each other… had snowball fights when we were 5… dragged each other away from situations where we could have been in a fight for over 25 years until then. When his ex prior had tried to hit on me, I not only turned her down, i told him that night.
Now, I’m not even sure their number is in my cellphone.

I lost my best friend, too. Not through anything like the OP, though, we just went from love to indifference over the course of several years. I wrote a story about it in my creative fiction class; it was one of the most heartfelt pieces I had ever written.

I’ve never had a friend tell me they weren’t my friend anymore, but I’ve certainly had a couple who stopped being my friend and neglected to tell me.

My very first weekend at university, I met one of the closest friends I ever had. She was smart, sassy, and much, much wiser than I was. She also had none of the crippling self-doubt I experienced. She was an art major, the same as me, so we shared classes and books, and in the spring semester, she and I became roommates.

For two years, we were practically attached at the hip. TVTropes has a section on heterosexual life partners, and that’s what we were. Then, our junior year, we got an apartment with a friend of hers. I’d heard people say that three friends never work out, because someone is always excluded, but I’d never experienced it until then. I couldn’t stay at school over the summer, because I couldn’t find a summer job. I still payed my rent and my third of the electric bill. When I got back, though, the friendship was dead. I just didn’t know it.

For three months, I went crazy trying to figure out what I’d done wrong, why my best friend in the world no longer liked me - didn’t just not like me, but held me in contempt. Hell, her friend, who I wasn’t close to at all, treated me with more kindness. Finally, her friend came to me and said they’d decided not to continue with three people on the lease. That was my notice. I found a place of my own and moved out within a week.

I was relieved, but I was so injured that I withdrew from all social contact for the rest of the school year. All our teachers and classmates knew something had happened. My favorite teacher even checked on me and went out of her way to do kind things for me. I used to sit in my mostly empty apartment and wonder what I had done wrong, why she didn’t like me anymore, what had happened.

She never apologized. She never explained. She did end up changing her major and then transferring to the other university in town, so I was spared seeing her every day. I never had a romantic breakup like that, thank heavens. Twenty years later, I still have a hard time talking about it, because there’s still that little, broken place inside of me asking “but why?”, and I know I will never have any answers.

I’m sorry for your loss.

I think we have two problems in our society/culture;

1> We have only one word. “Friend”, and it covers too much ground.
2> Our popular media and mythology teaches us that friendship is both sacred and permanent, when it is neither.

Well, there’s also a bit in there about people being people, but lest I turn this into a Monty Python routine, I’ll leave it at two things.

That’s an option, too, and only Skald would know what’s best for him. Courtney did cool things off over a long period, rather than cutting him off in the heat of an argument and possibly regretting it later.

The point to sending her a message like that would be to make it easier for her to backtrack in the future if she did re-consider, but that doesn’t seem very likely. Because Skald regrets losing her friendship so much, I don’t think it would hurt to send the one last email so that he can feel that he’s done all he can do to make a continued friendship possible.

Today is, amusingly, the one-year anniversary of my dumping my best friend to the curb.

I have no regrets whatsoever.

Friendship is a two-way street.

Skald, you said that when your wife and her husband entered the picture, they became friends. When your friend “broke up” with you she said that it was fine if the other two remained friends. What about you and her husband? Surely you were friends as couples, as a group, besides the two distinct friendships that you mention here.

What Im (sorry, I seem to have lost the apostrophe on my keyboard…) getting at is that you can still stay in touch with her husband (presumably there wouldnt be so much getting together in person as that would be like rubbing it in her face and/ or excluding her from get togethers) but that way, if and when she gets past whatever it is, it will be obvious you hold no hard feelings and can re-develop a friendship.

‘‘Not-friends’’ does not mean ‘‘mortal enemies’’. You can be ‘‘not-friends’’ and still wish each other well, still respect each other, still ask mutual friends (her husband, in this case) about the other person.

I’m sorry for the death of the close friendship you had, Skald. I don’t have any advice, just that I sympathize with you, and know that it must be difficult.

People are complex, and we can’t ever know what’s inside someone else’s mind, even when we’re really close to them. That’s the scary/sad side of relationships - you’re always open to an “attack” from those closest to you because they’re already inside your defenses.

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It can be rough ending a relationship of any sort, particularly long lasting friends. But there really just seems to be two types of friends. There are those who are in our lives for some time, we do whatever we’re going to do together, and we move on when that’s over. Then there’s the rare type where we learn and grow together and we remain friends through our whole lives. In the latter, it is just like losing a member of the family, in my mind, lifelong friends are only different from family in that we don’t share as much genetic material.

When it’s the former type, it really should be relatively painless to end those friendships. I’ve had a few even quite intense friends like that, but when it came to an end, it was just an ending and I moved on. The real pain comes in feeling like they’re the lifelong type of friends and realizing they aren’t. At some point your paths diverged. It seems like you saw it, but didn’t see it as severe as it really was, and it sucks.

What I’ve found though, that differentiates these two types of friends, is really what makes the core of us. All of my lifelong friends, down at the core of our beings, what really defines us, are the same things. At least for me, I see a lot of those sorts of things like religion and politics as not a part of the core of my identity and so, oddly, those to whom I’m closest, we actually disagree a fair amount on those and we can even argue about them, but because we are not defined by them, it is never anything more than a difference of opinion. At the same time, I’m a musician and an artist, and my closest friends have those passions as well in some way. But because that is part of the core of who I am, when someone cannot understand that or fundamentally rejects some aspect of that, perhaps saying a genre is an invalid form of music, then it is like a rejection of who I am as a human being.

And some people do define themselves strongly based on those very things that I don’t. I know people who seem to define the core of their beings by their religious beliefs, or lack there of. There are some people who feel the same way about politics. In fact, some people will define themselves by things that seem absolutely ridiculous to me. But it’s precisely these sorts of people that end up not getting along with me if I disagree with them on one of their core aspects or I see it as ridiculous.

Sadly, it sounds like the two of you were pretty closely aligned, but as some point along the way, one or both of you had a redefining, perhaps triggered by changes in political views and that being an increasingly important aspect. The moment you feel the need to ban a topic, though, I think that’s a sign that that alignment has slipped.

Of course, none of this makes dealing with these things any easier, but at least for me, when this sort of thing has caught me off guard, seeing that we really weren’t sharing core values, I have no more regrets about those relationships. In fact, I look back on them fondly and remember the fun times we had and then we just moved on. Even for a few that went badly, I have no illwill, even if they may for me, as I now just see it as an appropriate end. Regardless, you don’t have to stop caring about her, nor her you; in fact, that’s precisely why it’s painful in the first place.

So, for you, I hope you find the solace you need in what made you friends and the times you two shared together, and that you’re content with the man you are today, both as a result of that friendship and, ultimately, what made your paths diverge.

I was going to say something cruel here, but I’ve decided just to pity you.

Skald, I just wanted to say that I feel for you. I’ve had the experience of the loss of my best friend in recent years. We’d been close since 1967, shared just about everything. Her husband got along well with my first husband, and after his death, with my second husband. Though I wasn’t as close to him, I liked and respected him.

A few years ago, my best friend told me she had a lover. She assured me that this would not hurt her husband. I told her that I didn’t think it was right. When we were all together, I could sense that he knew something was different, but I couldn’t speak without doing harm. Anyhow, it wasn’t my role to meddle in their marriage. Other couples even survive affairs, don’t they?

This silence, my having to act as though nothing were, made me very uncomfortable and forced a wedge in my relationship with her, to the extent where I no longer trusted her and didn’t like her very much any more. I’m the one who stopped calling and stopped taking her calls. One day, I took her call and told her that she made me feel like a hypocrite around her husband, and I hated it. We never communicated again.

It can seem unfair; I have known other people who were cheating on spouses, but they were just casual friends or friendly acquaintances. With a true friend, trust and shared values are important.

Skald, you sound like a good man, I’m sorry for your loss.

To people who say that you took politics too seriously, I perceived that you tried to take politics out of the relationship, that she was the one who considered her politics more important than your friendship. Are her husband and your wife in contact at all?