Regrets...
I've been reflecting a bit too much today. Work is slow I guess. I really don't have any regrets in my life, save one. Sure there have been things I said that I wish I didn't but those aren't remembered once I get over them.
They say that friends are here for a reason, season, or a lifetime. I had a friend in college that I was convinced was there for a lifetime but only proved to be there for a season. I had so much love for her but it started falling apart when she dated a guy I didn't approve of. He was condescending and an a$$ but that was beside the point. I never felt he appreciated her for everything she was. He had these notions of who my friend M was but didn't really know her. I never understood how she could be with somebody like that. I let it affect our friendship in ways I will never be able to fully repair.
We tried. She did finally leave the a$$ eventually and married a wonderful man. Being the protective friend I am I was very keen on her proceeding cautiously. He convinced both of us he was worthy of M's love. Even better, I met my future husband shortly after they got married and both he (J) and my husband got along famously. Unfortunately, so much damage had already been done that M and I have never been able to repair what's already been said. We had already grown apart.
Meanwhile, my husband had commissioned J to do a painting for his parents' anniversary. J was going through a hard time with his paintings because his clients repeatedly made him redo the paintings for one stupid reason or another. These paintings were fabulous. They were perfect. J was blocked. The couple times I got a glimpse of what he painted for my husband, I was completely impressed. J was never happy with it and in good conscious would not let us have it. We had already paid J. We just wanted the painting. But as an artist, he couldn't give it up.
I knew they had sights on moving across the country. My mom ran into M at M's job where M informed my mom that they were moving in two weeks. I meant to go see M and wish her my best. I meant to call her but I never got a round to it (or tuit). Instead, I told my husband he should call J and at least get our money back.
My husband followed through. A couple of days later we had a check in the mail with a note apologizing that this came between our friendships. I never felt so sick to my stomach because I didn't feel like asking for our money back was going to end our friendship once and for all. I was never mad about the painting or the money. I still felt entitled to ask for it back since we never got the painting. They left and I never did anything about it. I haven't spoken to M to this day.
Today I got curious and did a search for their address. I found it on my first search. It was way too easy. Maybe this is my chance to make amends.
They say that friends are here for a reason, season, or a lifetime. I had a friend in college that I was convinced was there for a lifetime but only proved to be there for a season. I had so much love for her but it started falling apart when she dated a guy I didn't approve of. He was condescending and an a$$ but that was beside the point. I never felt he appreciated her for everything she was. He had these notions of who my friend M was but didn't really know her. I never understood how she could be with somebody like that. I let it affect our friendship in ways I will never be able to fully repair.
We tried. She did finally leave the a$$ eventually and married a wonderful man. Being the protective friend I am I was very keen on her proceeding cautiously. He convinced both of us he was worthy of M's love. Even better, I met my future husband shortly after they got married and both he (J) and my husband got along famously. Unfortunately, so much damage had already been done that M and I have never been able to repair what's already been said. We had already grown apart.
Meanwhile, my husband had commissioned J to do a painting for his parents' anniversary. J was going through a hard time with his paintings because his clients repeatedly made him redo the paintings for one stupid reason or another. These paintings were fabulous. They were perfect. J was blocked. The couple times I got a glimpse of what he painted for my husband, I was completely impressed. J was never happy with it and in good conscious would not let us have it. We had already paid J. We just wanted the painting. But as an artist, he couldn't give it up.
I knew they had sights on moving across the country. My mom ran into M at M's job where M informed my mom that they were moving in two weeks. I meant to go see M and wish her my best. I meant to call her but I never got a round to it (or tuit). Instead, I told my husband he should call J and at least get our money back.
My husband followed through. A couple of days later we had a check in the mail with a note apologizing that this came between our friendships. I never felt so sick to my stomach because I didn't feel like asking for our money back was going to end our friendship once and for all. I was never mad about the painting or the money. I still felt entitled to ask for it back since we never got the painting. They left and I never did anything about it. I haven't spoken to M to this day.
Today I got curious and did a search for their address. I found it on my first search. It was way too easy. Maybe this is my chance to make amends.
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