A Poisoned Friendship

Back in the 1970s in San Francisco I met someone at one of my first jobs who I became friends with, fast friends, you know the kind. We were friends for over twenty years. We partied together, took trips together, supported one another, and so on. This person even lent me $500 to help me purchase my first home. I felt lucky to have a friend like that. We were friends through thick and thin. The office politics were rampant back then and it seems politics never do go by the wayside. We enjoyed quite a nice lifestyle in San Francisco, the restaurants, the concerts, the neighborhoods including the painted ladies. After all we were friends.

Years went by and I got married, then divorced and we were still friends. Then I married Gary and we were still friends. This person used to travel up from San Francisco to visit Gary and I in our home in the mountains of California for weekends and we'd talk about old times, have BBQs, take trips in the back country, and so on. You know we'd do things, things that friends do. 

Then Gary and I moved to Arkansas and we still kept in touch but not as close as before. While Gary and I were living Arkansas we heard from this person after some time had gone by. This person told us they'd fallen upon hard times. We invited this person to move in with us in Arkansas to help them get back on their feet. I was influential in getting them a job there and helping them along. A few months went by and one evening this person poisoned me. I fell ill and still suffer ill effects from that circumstance.

This person also stole computer files from us. When I asked them about it, they left without a word. I remember saying "Please, please, we're all we've got in this world, lets talk about this". Really isn't that all there is, the friendship, the coming together, the humanness. Imagine my chagrin when later Gary told me this person had asked him to take a trip to Europe without me. Perhaps this person was hoping I'd succumb from the poisoning. Neither Gary nor I ever heard from this person again. At the time I wondered what had happened, what had gone wrong, what could I have done differently. No communication transpired and all I was left with was an empty feeling.

Flash forward to now. This person tried to contact me recently as if nothing ever happened in the past. Twelve years later they have tried to contact me. They don't realize I know they tried to poison me. They don't realize I know they tried to lure Gary away. I can't believe them ignoring their actions, especially since I asked them to talk about what happened before they left. Them tossing our house keys on the ground at my feet as they drove away. Essentially they tossed me aside without a word. I wonder how it can be so easy for folks to toss friends aside?

Then again I'm not surprised. Suffice it to say I have come upon far too many instances of similar situations. Folks toss away friendships long or short as if they mean nothing. I don't understand the intricacies of politics and innuendos. Basically I've experienced first hand too many circumstances in my life most of which you'd probably be shocked to learn, but those are other stories.

I speak from my heart when I say I wish no one any ill. That's about all I have to give. As I move about my life in this universe I pick up vibes and feelings. I've found I'm almost always correct in intrepreting the feelings or vibes I get from situations and people I encounter. So I hope you'll bear with me in this tangent this week and know that it stems from circumstances which have surfaced beyond my control. The human mind is complicated and not easily understood. History repeats itself, but perhaps it can be stopped in it's tracks. I'm not perfect, far from it. But I try to live true each day.

This is a true story and an allegory for many more. Some friendships like the poisoned one are too far gone to salvage but others are not. Communication is the key. Let's all be friends and be kind to one another. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.