Shortly after I posted that last entry about giving people a pass, a friend of mine called and unloaded about her week and how people hurt her and on and on. Interestingly, I was able to quote that fellow I quoted in my last post and I waxed all philosophical urging her to be gracious and let go and so forth and so on.
Later in the conversation she started to talk about something and I was half listening. I don't know what grabbed my full attention but it developed that she was talking about my late husband. She told me things she thought about our relationship that she had never revealed before. She was and is the friend I have known the longest. She lived through every minute of my first marriage. During my troubles she never once let me know what she felt she must let me know now. She shouldn't have let me know it. I found myself in the position of hearing things that were untrue and unkind and I had to be gracious. As I had just advised her, I had to take my advice. I did it but truth be told I am still in pain and questioning a very long establised friendship.
Funny how things turn and twist isn't it?