Lee ended our friendship with an email
. She told me that basically our friendship was not, and that it had not been in several years. She then insulted my sister at the end of the email. I took this hard, as she had been (regardless of whatever else she was) a stable part of my life
. Good or bad, Lee was
. I thought she always would be. I fought against her to tell me why, to explain herself, to recant
. She didn't.
And a year later, after all of my pleas and my heartache at having been abandoned by yet another person, Lee has resurface
d. I came home today to a message on my answering machine
from Lee, who feels more like a fable
than a person to me, more of a dead thing than a pleasant memory. I called Witchiepoo
immediately. It is her husband's birthday, and we can't wreck it, but she listens and understands my immediate sense of being caught off balance. Ghosts shouldn't come back
I still don't know whether to call her or not. Right now, it's looking like not
Update - April 2002 - I never called her.