By: Emma Johnson
Updated: Aug. 3, 2016
Originally Published: Aug. 30, 2013
Tomorrow marks my birthday, and as I grow older, I find myself feeling more introspective and a bit moody—something I think we all experience. This special day conjures up memories of past birthdays, both joyful and challenging, and leads me to reflect on the friendships that have shaped my life. I think about my lifelong pals, the friends I’ve made as an adult, and those who have gradually drifted away.
There’s this one friend, let’s call him Mark, whom I haven’t spoken to in nearly three years. Today, his absence feels particularly poignant—not because he remembered my birthday, but because, well, he was legendary for forgetting it. He often missed birthdays of many people, and I used to be the one who kept track for him!
We became friends during the summer after high school graduation, and it’s impossible to simply erase someone like that from your life. We shared countless adventures, dramas, and laughter throughout our late teens, 20s, and into our 30s. He was practically family.
Long story short, Mark got married, and his wife was uneasy about him maintaining a close friendship with a woman. It’s a tricky situation; I’m fortunate to have a husband who is cool with my close male friend. From the start, I made it clear that this friend was an important part of my life. But I understand the double standards that can arise when a guy has a close female friend.
A few years into Mark’s marriage, an unfortunate incident caused us to stop talking. We had one last conversation, and then—silence. His absence marked the beginning of a significant transition for me: starting a new job after eight years in the same place, navigating the early stages of my second pregnancy, and dealing with a wave of depression over losing our friendship.
This was the first time I had experienced a friendship breakup as an adult. Unlike childhood, where you just find another toy to play with, this was heart-wrenching. I felt sad, angry, and I directed a lot of blame toward his wife. But with time, I’ve gained perspective. I recognize that Mark had to make the choice that was best for his marriage, and I can’t fault him for that.
Sometimes, he still pops into my dreams—not as frequently as before, but it does happen. In those dreams, I often find myself shouting at him and questioning his presence. There’s rarely any laughter in those dream encounters, which saddens me because I genuinely miss his infectious laugh. Hearing such joy come from a big guy like him? It was the best.
Unfortunately, too much time has passed. We’re now separated by a chasm of hurt feelings and lost time. About a year ago, while cleaning out my closet, I stumbled upon old letters and cards from him. I ended up tossing them out, as they no longer held any happy memories for me. I honestly don’t even know what I would say if we ever talked again. Maybe it’s for the best that we don’t reconnect, especially for the sake of his marriage.
But still, every now and then, I find myself missing him—especially today, right before another birthday.
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In summary, the end of adult friendships can be as impactful as any other life transition, filled with reflection, growth, and a sprinkle of nostalgia.