I've written about a friend who ghosted me three years ago. She was pissed off because I didn't respond to a request asked of me. One of her peeves was to be supportive of others, except she always took from me and seldom gave back.
The Lenten lesson today is about Jesus saying the Pharisees didn't practice what they preached. They would come off as being pious, but at the same time took advantage of people by taking their money in the name of God.
After three years, I was still lamenting about that. We talked or texted daily and got together every couple of weeks. One day in October she called me out of the blue. I didn't know what to make of it. She wanted to meet up one Sunday and it was tough for me to make any time because I was visiting my neighbor who was recovering at a rehab center on my way to a video production gig.
She couldn't meet during my time window. As it turned out, she hinted around about having a fairly serious back surgery scheduled. While it was upspoken, I suspected she was going to ask me if I would help her out.
This was the second time she burned a bridge. She must go through a lot of people. We'd know each other for close to 30 years. I was surprised that she could just cut me off.
Anyway, she told me the hospital where she'd be, but was sketchy about the dates and her rehab schedule. I tried to send flowers, but she had been moved to a rehab place. By the time I figure out where, she was home.
It was frustrating and when I followed up about her home care, I was ghosted again.
I'm over it and time has mellowed my feelings about her, although if something happened like she died, I would feel bad that I didn't have a chance to talk to her.
I'm certain that another opportunity to reconnect with her will pop up. My thing is keeping bridges in tact no matter how I've been wronged. I just hope I can practice what I preach.
— alanohashi
The Lenten lesson today is about Jesus saying the Pharisees didn't practice what they preached. They would come off as being pious, but at the same time took advantage of people by taking their money in the name of God.
After three years, I was still lamenting about that. We talked or texted daily and got together every couple of weeks. One day in October she called me out of the blue. I didn't know what to make of it. She wanted to meet up one Sunday and it was tough for me to make any time because I was visiting my neighbor who was recovering at a rehab center on my way to a video production gig.
She couldn't meet during my time window. As it turned out, she hinted around about having a fairly serious back surgery scheduled. While it was upspoken, I suspected she was going to ask me if I would help her out.
This was the second time she burned a bridge. She must go through a lot of people. We'd know each other for close to 30 years. I was surprised that she could just cut me off.
Anyway, she told me the hospital where she'd be, but was sketchy about the dates and her rehab schedule. I tried to send flowers, but she had been moved to a rehab place. By the time I figure out where, she was home.
It was frustrating and when I followed up about her home care, I was ghosted again.
I'm over it and time has mellowed my feelings about her, although if something happened like she died, I would feel bad that I didn't have a chance to talk to her.
I'm certain that another opportunity to reconnect with her will pop up. My thing is keeping bridges in tact no matter how I've been wronged. I just hope I can practice what I preach.
— alanohashi
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