My dear dear fellow Voxers...
I need your help. I've been put in charge of the advice column at the newspaper I write for (for school - college) and have been given the task of creating followers. Well, in order to create followers for a non-existant column..I need your questions for advice. har har. (not that I'm really qualified to give advice, but I'll give it a shot.)
So, I'm asking, no, begging, and pleadin with you, my lovely Vox neighborhood to send me an email at wbjgraham@gmail.com with a question. Anything. Everything. If it's out of my realm of knowledge..I'll google that shit.
PLEASE! By not only writing for the paper, but running the advice column and creating a following for it will look absolutely stellar on my transfer application!!!! And when I'm rich and famous...when I'm working in my lab on the cure for cancer when I'm FINALLY a microbiologist - I will remember you. And when I am published in a medical journal...or biology journal - or where ever else - I will dedicate my articles to ya'll!!!
THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!
If you don't want to e-mail me, you can always leave a comment on this post.
THANKS AGAIN!
About two years ago..I did several blogs on my friend and friendship with a girl named Zoey. Which of course..have all been deleted.
But about a week ago, I got a message from her on facebook...wanting to catch up. After two years. Of Nothing.
And I remembered what it felt like to lose that friendship...and it fucking sucked. To put it mildly anyway.
So..after a careful and thoughout deliberation...this is what I sent her *names have been changed
Hey.
I haven't been trying to be rude by not responding to your message right away, but I seriously had to think about whether or not I wanted to catch up. And whether or not I wanted to start the cycle we tend to go through each time we reconnect. So I'll apologize for taking so long to respond.
To answer your questions: I'm doing great. I'm up to school, work, and raising kids. Things really are good for the boys and me.
Two years ago I lied when I said I was ok with our friendship coming to an end. I wasn't. At all. In the span of 4 months, I lost my husband and my best friend. And that killed me. And it changed me. For the better, I'd like to think...because now I know my limits. I know what I'm capable of giving and what I deserve to be given in return.
Originally when I figured out what I was going to do about your message, I wasn't going to respond to it. I was just going to delete it and pretend you never sent it. But then I realized if the tables were turned, I'd want to know. I'd want to know why. So here's why:
You are beyond my limits, Zoey. If we reconnected - and one of us walked away again - I'm not sure I'd be able to get past it. That's how bad it hurt. Like I lost my arm.
There are parts of my heart that still miss you. I can't have or make a razzmatazz without you popping into my head. I can't talk to God without knowing that you had a hand in that.
So to answer your question on wanting to catch up, thanks but no thanks. We both know how it go, how it would end...and I just can't do it again.
I'm sorry.
MeeShell.
I think I did what was right for me. Everything I said was true and brutally honest. But I can't deny that the part of my heart that misses her is breaking all over again.
