The Pain of Outgrowing a Great Friend
Bonded by brokenness, fractured by healing
We were both broken. Very. For each of us, it wasn’t a matter of having a bad childhood. It was the fundamental essence of a deep appreciation for having survived childhood.
We were both needy. We grew up neither understanding nor experiencing unconditional love. Co-dependency drew us to one another. Gradually, since that’s the way it usually is for people who hesitantly trust.
I was a young widow with a baby. She was a closet homosexual, trying desperately to love a man.
I was lost and desperate for help. She was lost and desperate for connection. Her love language was giving. Mine was words of affirmation. We fit together like a hand in a tightly knit glove.
She freely gave her time to babysit and allowed me time to be something other than a caregiver and source of nourishment. She gave me foot rubs, held me when I cried and encouraged me to reach for the stars.
I assured her of her worth, value, and ability to accomplish far more than she thought. She was part of the tribe that helped raise my daughter. I trusted her implicitly.
As my music career took off, I hired her as my booking manager. She had no experience but was a natural. She knew me. She…
