Seasons...

You know I always get those emails that talk about friends come and go in seasons. I never thought much of it because my friends have always been there if I have needed them and we have always done the best to stay in touch and be there for each other.

However, I finally learned that there is probably some truth to it. I am hurt, frustrated and don't get it but at the end of the day, it is what it is, and it just isn't a call I will make the next trip home.

See, BALLER and I have been friends since I got out of college. We lived together for a few years, played ball together, etc. She moved a lot for her job and I was always the friend that went on road trips to see her, to IL, to TX, I even took off work and helped her move to IL when her family didn't.

But, as the seasons go, the friendship changed and really don't know if I can say she is a friend anymore. I invited her to my mom's party, I called her on my way back to town and what did I get from it - NOTHING. God forbid if BALLER would miss a weekly event to see a friend in town. God forbid if BALLER couldn't come and see me after her softball game instead of inviting everyone over to her house after the ball game.

I just think of all the efforts I have made over the past to keep the friendship there, the family functions I went to, how I cleared things so I could see her when she was back and town and basically, she couldn't fit me into HER schedule when I was back. It hurts, it sucks, and the best is she put it on me, that I didn't call, that I was busy with family, blah blah blah. Of course, it also makes sense why she has never come to see me in TX either.

There are seasons for friends.