When Friendships End…

Three years ago, over the course of three months, I lost 3 friends.  They didn’t die, they dumped me.  All of these relationships ended abruptly and each one of them came as a surprise to me.  I’d love to have a nice new age explanation for why these friendships ended – like, it was time for anything and anyone that doesn’t serve to end – but all I really know, is that they did.  End that is.

I didn’t want anyone to know that someone I had considered one of my closest friends no longer wanted to be in relationship with me.   You know that phrase “You’re only as sick as your secrets?” well I kept this a secret for a long time.  Only my husband and one or two close friends knew.  Recently, as I was confessing all of this to another friend, she shared that she had recently had some friendships end too. “There’s no term for friend divorce.” she said.  As we spoke, I realized that I’ve been carrying a sense of shame about these endings and feeling very secretive about it.  I can feel guilt and hurt, but carrying shame is toxic.  Why is it that the very thing I am embarrassed about in myself, I can accept and understand in somebody else?  I wonder if other women are walking around feeling shame about friendships that have ended.

sad me

sad me, feeling vulnerable, 3 years ago

A few weeks ago, I was in a group that was studying with Ann Drucker, and we were discussing the shaman practice of “dismemberment.”  In a shamanic journey, it can be common to experience dismemberment by one’s spirit guide.  This is a unique experience for each person, but it’s common to be literally torn apart, limb from limb, or eaten/ingested so that there is nothing left of you.   The spirit guide does this with great intention and service to the individual, in order to tear down and clear away the old, what no longer serves, ego.

Make no mistake about it – enlightenment is a destructive process.  It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier.  Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth.  It’s seeing through the facade of pretense.  It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.  – Adyashanti

I started thinking about my past relationships and wondered if on some energetic, karmic plane, these particular friendships were dismemberment gifts to me.  I have no idea, but I can say that looking at these endings with this lens is comforting.  I felt totally naked, exposed, raw when these friendships ended – one in particular.  She wrote me an email and said terrible things to me about my character – things I would never have thought a friend would say – I did feel like my heart was ripped open – the same way a Jaguar spirit animal might eat my flesh.  But what if that was the gift?  I hardly ever know why things happen the way they do…that’s actually one thing I’m looking forward to when I die – I hope I get let in on the mysteries of life!  But I do trust the universe.  And I do trust that these friendships ended for a reason.

Fast forward to last week, sitting in my car, on the phone with a friend, both of us confessing about our ended relationships and both of us realizing that we carry shame and secrecy around this.  As we talked, she gave me a gift.   She said “People are complex.  We have our faults.  We’re not perfect.  But I know this, if any one of those people reached out to you today and asked if you would meet with them, you would say “yes”, wouldn’t you?”  I said “Of course!”  and just like that, I re-membered myself.  I RE-MEMBERED myself!  All the shame, all the embarrassement, all the secrecy I’d been carrying for years started to lift.  Yes, I am imperfect.  I am horribly hormonal sometimes.  Ugh.  I am flawed.  But I am also unflinching in crisis.  I am always, always willing to try again.  I have a gentle and kind heart.  And my friend reminded me, to re-member who I am.  I AM.  And that is another gift of the shamanic spirit guide, after they dismember you, they re-member you so that you are complete. Whole.  It took me awhile to remember myself, years to be exact, but I am more whole today because of those friendships.

These days, I am filled with gratitude for the women in my life.  I am blessed to experience the level of intimacy in my relationships that I do.  I feel humbled with the abundance of love that is beamed at me, regularly!  I’m still me, I didn’t suddenly become the greatest person in the world.  I do keep working on myself and try to own my shit, when I’m aware of it.  The one common thread that all my relationships have currently is the quality of “leaning in.”  I can truly lean in to my friends and they can lean in to me.  Each of them have seen me in my rawness, my vulnerability and my imperfection and loved me anyway. Inspite of.  Because of.  Deep gratitude to the women in my life – all of them.  Past.  Present.  Future.

I'm FREE!

I’m FREE!

and PS – thank you to my husband who midwifed me through all my grief during that time, even as he struggled to understand what the big deal was.  I love you.

About Roxanna Smith

Exploring the world of living, loving and grieving with an open heart.
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7 Responses to When Friendships End…

  1. nancygentry says:

    I love this post!!! and i love that picture too. I love following your process. It’s a lesson for us all. You are such a teacher to us all Roxanna. I couldn’t agree more with your statement: You are unflinching, always trying and one of the most gentle and kind hearted people i know! AHO!

  2. nancygentry says:

    I meant to say UNFLINCHING IN CRISIS! I have witnessed this first hand and have watched it on the sidelines. It’s one of your many strengths and gifts.

  3. Tiphaine Bonetti says:

    Oh my gosh! That was totally awesome. I am printing it and reading it often. Totally fabulous. Thank you. Thank you so much.

    Tiphaine

  4. Love this! Such wisdom, and an amazing quote!!

  5. lolomiz@comcast.net says:

    Hi Roxanna,        I love your writing. So truthful, loving and vulnerable.          I’ve been writing a lot from March 2-now. I’m caught in the middle of my family feud. Not Miz and I, but my mother, brother and his wife. It’s really 3 against 1. One being me.         I think you remember that I had panic attacks-hundreds of them.  And I couldn’t figure out the reason. After at least 5 therapists, I finally felt safe. My problem was I couldn’t remember anything about my childhood. No good, no bad, no happy or sad, I couldn’t remember vacations or even holidays.          Long story short, I’ve been writing about the abuse I lived in that house. And that I lived in fear everyday. And the one thing I’ve shared with my girlfriends when I turned 60 was that I was put in the closet-door shut when I was a very young child by my mothers husband.         So because of my healing journey, I shared with my mom in 2013 that my life was abusive and horrific. And I didn’t talk to her about this since then. On March 1, she yelled at me to stop thinking of the past and I’m causing my own problems ……         I know there must be a reason for all this. This has set me back a bit, and I’ve written my truth but I know I can’t tell her. Gma will be 94yrs old this month.        It’s been awful, my stomach is so twisted and my sleeping is bad and I feel so exhausted.        I have shared with a few girlfriends, but I have a lot of shame.        Hope to either see or hear from you my friend! Love you, Lorin          Sent from XFINITY Connect Mobile App

  6. okilloran says:

    Roxanna! Did you steal my life?! You are aware that I lost a decades-long friendship following our trip to India and it was devastating (actually, the whole, slow unfolding of it during the trip was awful, it did not happen in one clean sweep, unfortunately). I am also a bit compeititive, so my normal reaction would have been, “Oh, hell no, this is not happening, I can fix this. We are friends and that’s that.” But through my codependency work, I realized that this was just not a healthy relationship for me right now – in reality, it had not been for some time. I also had no real choice in the matter because I was the one dumped, though I protested and insisted that this did not make sense, etc. First time I have been dumped by a friend! Some friendships fade in and out, or disappear gradually over time. This was not like that – it was a lingering death that culminated in a wrenching confrontation. I am most proud of how I was able to handle it with calmness and compassion, even as I was reeling from the pain and shock of it. What had I done?!

    My final thought? I agree that all of the people in our lives serve a function. But I also recognize that sometimes it becomes clear in an instant that we have been holding on to something that we think still works – or worked in the past – and we just need to let go. Let go with love. (And, like you, I would absolutely respond positively if an overture were made to revisit our friendship – however, I would be much more aware of what we each bring or take from the relationship.) It’s all good…pain is good…love is good…

  7. okilloran says:

    Love, love, love this! So relevant for me as I still process the abrupt loss of a sister-friend over a year ago. I also know that – although I have didn’t lots of time in deep reflection – the termination of the relationship has everything to do with her…not me. Hard lesson to learn and understand. And, of course, I would instantly forgive (as I have many times before, and she has as well). But don’t forget, either – we must be realistic and not foolishly give our hearts away to those who do not cherish it. Thank you for being a cherished of hearts, Roxanna! 😘🙏

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