I'm not sure how to characterize my weekend. Maybe just to say I am enjoying the silence of Monday. My good friend arrived Friday and we enjoyed many hours of chatting and catching up on children and families and reminiscences of periods of our life together. Or maybe best to say I listened to her talk about her children and her family and her life, current and past. She remembers every slight, every perceived insult, every bad thing that ever happened to her. She constantly makes herself relive the pain and revive old grievances. It is exhausting and painful for her and exhausting for me.
We have been friends for 40 years and I imagine I, too, have insulted or offended her at some time or other but apparently I can be forgiven but I have never seen anyone hold on to so much hurt. So many times this weekend I want to hold her hands and say "Take a deep breath. Now, let it go." The most important thing I have learned in my 60+ years is that you just have to 'let it go'. If not, the only person who suffers is you.