Hi all. I'm musing over a letter I received in the mail, from by childhood best friend. It's a brief newsy letter asking about my parents, recalling some fun times, and recounting her happy 23 years of pioneering. Her 14 year old son stays busy with preparing for meetings....
We were best friends from age 6 or 8. We spent every weekend at each others' houses. We vacationed together, whispered at meetings together, babysat together... vWhen I was 17, I gleefully told her that I had finally got up my nerve to tell my dad that I wasn't going to go out in service any more, and that although as long as I lived at home, I would attend meetings, my secret was out that my heart wasn't in this.
I thought all along that she understood my position clearly. Of course, I should have anticipated her reaction, but it turns out her 'faith' was much stronger than I had anticipated. The reply was, ' So I guess that means we can't be friends any more.' You can imagine how that felt to a teenager--my best and closest friend blowing me off like that.
So somebody please tell me that now, at age 44, seeing her handwriting and reading that letter should not make me feel sad and rejected all over again. This is so stupid! I wouldn't want to live that life for anything!