When my late wife was in junior high, she met a girl while they were both attending Interlocken. And even though my wife was from the country and this girl was from the big city, they became best of friends. Soon, they were spending time together on holidays and summer vacations. In short, they became “Buds”.
As the years went on, they became very close. We often spent time together as married couples with small children. She was even in our wedding. Then one day, she dumped my wife like last weeks garbage without a word of explanation.
My late wife was devastated. Each year my wife would send her Christmas cards, and Birthday cards, and anniversary cards and letters. But, there was no response. Emails went unanswered. Letters were not acknowledged. Voice mails were not returned.
My poor wife was broken hearted. She couldn’t understand why her best friend was treating her this way. Every time that she would send her BFF a Christmas card, she would eagerly check the mail every day for weeks hoping for a reply only to end up disappointed. For 16 years she waited and for 16 years, she cried.
I felt sorry for my poor wife. I tired to tell her that her BFF was not her BFF, but my wife wouldn’t hear of it. She knew that some day, her BFF would return. I was doubtful. So, needless to say, I was shocked when her BFF wanted to be my friend on Facebook three years after my late wife had passed.
What was she up to? What was her motive? Why after all of these years? Was it guilt? Was she looking for closure? Was she on an ego trip? Did she have some evil intent? I didn’t trust her. And so, I struggled with allowing her back into my life. But, finally, I gave in and accepted her as my Facebook friend.
Soon, it became apparent that her Facebook posts were all about her. ALL about her. How wonderful she was when she did this and how wonderful she was when she did that and how she was just so wonderful!
I soon regretted allowing her on my Facebook account. But then, after a few weeks, she dumped me as her Facebook friend. And that was fine with me. I hope to never hear from her again.