Fall Out

As you grow older, I guess you get used to the cycle of friendships in your life. You’re friends, and then you grow apart… it’s not that complicated. The difficult part is having to be the one who has to make the decision to end the friendship. Being the person I am, I usually give too many chances and wind up getting walked all over, but I’ve been strengthened over the past year. Too often was I the “yes man,” who just went along with everything and didn’t want relationships to change. I worked extra hard to make relationships with people work when they really just needed to end because they were unhealthy.

 So, I gave one last effort, and I was hit head on with their true colors. I needed to see those colors, so God showed them to me. Is it disappointing? Yes. Half of you wants to consider how many years you wasted being that person’s friend, while the other half wants to remind you that most of what you went through with that person was good. I’m not going to dwell on the past where I should have seen some visible signs that this friendship wasn’t healthy. I’ve worked to be a good influence, and we helped each other through immense periods of growth. We are clearly going in two separate directions now, and I can only pray that they choose a better road then the one they’re on.