My best friend helped me through the toughest times of my life. But I've cut her out because one infuriating trait dragged me down..
. and I know so many women feel like me By Anonymous Published: 01:51, 4 October 2024 | Updated: 01:53, 4 October 2024 e-mail View comments Last weekend I got an email from an old friend. She wants to meet for coffee and a catch up.
How nice, you might think. But my first thought when her name appeared in my inbox was: 'Oh no, I thought I'd got rid of you!' I may seem heartless, but I have no regrets over successfully 'ghosting' Julie five years ago – cutting her off without a word and leaving all her attempts to re-establish contact unanswered – and I'm determined to stay dead to her. Yet we were once best friends.
I spoke to her every day. She was the person I called when I had good news, bad news, or just wanted a drink and a chat. So what, you may well ask, would lead me to drop her in such a merciless fashion? We first became friends 12 years ago after my daughter Emma, now 18, got pally with hers at primary school, something I was initially grateful for because I saw Julie as an ally – we were both older mothers who felt like we stuck out a bit at the school gates.
Our first conversation was about how hard it was juggling full-time work with parenting a young child in your 40s. 'Nothing's really changed for my husband,' I remember Julie confiding. 'He tells me I'm being moody, when actually I'm just exhausted – he doesn'.
