To be honest, I’m not a #bestiesforever kind of person. I’ve always ranked that hashtag up there with people who post pictures of themselves on social media, looking absolutely f***ed, with the caption ‘this little angel has kept me awake for a week straight, but I’m so #blessed.’ I’ve been known to unfriend anyone who uses #blessed, because ultimately, I know that we can’t really be friends. I love Instagram, but some of the hashtags I use to whore myself for likes, are similar to #blessed, and I’ve had to stop using some of them, because it feels like I’m selling out a bit. It got to the point where #bestiesforever, brought the same kind of cringe into my life, and it took me a while to work out why.
I do love a good celebration of friendship, whether it be on social media, or just sending someone a message to tell them they’ve been an awesome friend, or that you miss them. When children are involved, it’s often searching your diary for months on end, finding out that nobody has the same free date for the next 18 months, but looking forward to that date like your life depends on it, knowing that after one sip of prosecco, it’ll feel like you’ve all never been apart. I’m just not a fan of hashtagging everything, especially when sometimes it’s for the benefit of others, or you trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. So what happens when you slowly realise that your best friends aren’t your best friends anymore…?
I think it’s safe to say that when you have a child, you will, whether it’s intentional or not, totally overhaul your life. You chuck out old clothes that will never fit you again, you sweep the house for anything that might hurt your child, and promptly get rid of it, or put it out of reach. You also suddenly have no time for friendships that have become hard work, and overhaul these with everything else. What you’re going through is hard enough, without the added stress of trying to maintain something that you don’t want to be, or will just never work.
I started to feel like that about a lot of my friendships, from very early on in my pregnancy, and once my first baby arrived, it became clear that maintaining certain friendships was going to be harder than climbing Kilimajaro in heels. But it was a struggle of emotions-these were friendships I’d had for 20 years-I’d been friends with these people for longer than I hadn’t been. I felt I should keep trying. Eventually, the hurt I felt every time I saw a #bestiesforever picture without me in it, outweighed the need I felt to try and remain friends. They also did some pretty wanky things, using the fact that I had a baby, as an excuse for ignorance. One day, I just went through my phone, and deleted all numbers of people I no longer felt were friends, and blocked them from all social media. I was cackling like a deranged witch when I did it, gleefully muttering ‘so long, knobheads,’ and practically danced around the house, free from the weight of them, and just relieved I finally had some closure on the situation.
But out of the blue, I was out one day, saw something hilarious, and retrieved my phone to take a picture, thinking ‘H would love this!!’ Then I realised-me and H aren’t friends anymore. I had cut H out of my life. It hit me, I would never actually see H again, and that had been my decision… The full force of cutting these people from my life hit me, and for a while, I actually felt bereft. Before now, I’d felt nothing but relief, and cackling delight, but to feel bereft totally knocked me for six. It was almost like I was experiencing the stages of bereavement for the friendships I had lost-denial that they were no longer viable friendships, anger (the bit that made me delete their numbers faster than a secretary on speed,) and I was now bargaining with myself over whether the decision had been the right one, and feeling depressed about it. I have of course, now given the whole situation way too much thought, and come up with the following:
I hated #bestiesforever because I was jealous-I wanted to be included, and I got rid of my friends because of jealousy, not because the hashtag made me want to do a little bit of sick in my mouth, which is what I told myself.
I spend too much time alone, with small people, with too much time to think about things. My mind has blown everything out of proportion, and my friends have actually done nothing wrong, and I’ve constructed everything I ‘think’ they’ve done to wrong me, in my own mind.
My friends genuinely never invited me anywhere anymore because I had children, and they automatically assumed that meant I could never go anywhere, or do anything ever again.
They filed me under B for Boring, and planned to be better friends once they thought I was less boring.
Maybe they actually wanted to get rid of me, and were actually doing the dance of delight that they’d pushed me out enough to make me get rid of them, thus alleviating their own guilt at just finding me to be a total non entity, and no longer wanting me in their lives.
I’m actually overthinking the whole f***ing thing, and my initial assessment that they were in fact, shitty friends, was correct, and I’ve done the best thing for everyone by cutting ties.
It’s just so flipping hard, to know what is the right thing to do. I’ve always gone with my gut feeling, and my gut was definitely telling me to let go. But then it changed it’s mind, and left me with a nagging feeling that I messed up. Maybe a part of me thought that once they had children of their own, they’d realise they’d not been the greatest of friends, and want to make amends (because, I will hold my hands up and say that I wasn’t the most understanding towards people with children, when I didn’t have any of my own.) But then, despite being blocked, a picture of one of them with a new baby managed to make its way onto my facebook timeline, and it was captioned #blessed… Maybe that’s just enough said, I need to focus on the remaining amazing friends I have in my life. That should be my final stage in the process-closure.