I could understand her point. She didn't want just a checking-in text occasionally, which is what our friendship had dwindled to. Truthfully our lives have gone in different directions. We have become different people and enjoy different things. I'm a more reclusive person, introvert by nature, but she is very sociable and outgoing. She likes to have fun and party with large crowds of noise and beer, while I want to drink coffee one on one or with a very small group. It's not only that we are different in these ways, but I have other similar friends, and we get along fine. We are generally the opposite, and no longer have things in common or as much to discuss. We have a ton of adventures and funny memories together, and it felt legitimately sad when we talked. We ended on a kind note wishing each other the best but agreed we would go separate ways.
I thought by the time I turned 50; I'd have a lot more accomplished. I'd be healthier and much more mature. When I was younger, 50 was old. I was 38 when Zack became quadriplegic. All my time and energy went into helping my boy and keeping my family of 6 from falling apart. Life as I knew it turned sharply in a completely different direction. I reference before the injury and after the injury when talking about certain issues. Friendships are one of them. Having longtime friends who knew our family before Zack's accident and new friends, we met after his spinal cord injury.