Better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all ........ No, he who loves me has done nothing to stab my soul. He is being extra sweet to me today. I am speaking of the love you have for those friends you aquire.
It has been a long week and next week can only be better. As I sit here in my office with the door locked in an effort to withdraw myself from any more slights today and lick my wounds, I am thinking about friendships past that have ended or simply faded. I always wonder what I may have done or not done in any situation that would have created the rift in the friendship. I am sure everyone of us do. In doing that, I tend to analyze every word I have ever spoken, or deed I have done. I never intend to slight anyone, but I know that words can easily be misinterpreted.
This particular weekend presented with a double whammy of rejection. I managed to take it in stride until today. Meaning I only cried in private. Today, though, my cup runneth over and I can't seem to stop. People I considered friends and held dear to my heart have decided to take their campers elsewhere. I harbor no ill will towards them and extended good wishes and told them I expected to see them whenever we had special events planned. I hate to lose the revenue, of course, but other campers will come ...... I hope.
I suppose I was wrong in thinking that these folks thought of me as a friend, because they have been here all weekend and won't even return my wave as they pass by. Yep, third time's a charm. I childishly told one them that he had hurt my feelings, threw my rake down and came in to lick my wounds.
I keep telling myself that this will only make me appreciate my true friends even more. And it will. But, today ............ today I just plain hurt. Tomorrow will be better.