When I think of this today, I realize it was almost ten years ago that this happened. Why do I still have it rolling around in my head? What is it that happens at all? And why do I get so attached to people that to have them break with me like this wrecks me for years? Even five years later I've never forgiven the people that broke with me in Seattle and lied to me about what was going on, letting me stew in suspicion and loneliness and misery. And Tristan Eucker, at least a year or so after she cut me off I finally got closure from her then-boyfriend, Greg Dent, who told me it was my attraction to him that made her slice me out of both of their lives.
But then I remember the people I cut out. Michelle, who got psychotic at me about my ingratitude for things I hadn't known she'd done. Cathy, who turned on me during a wedding for making her unhappy because I was in a couple and she was not. Another person, who attacked me when I was down and made the mistake of calling what she thought was my bluff. John, who thought I should have saved him from a girl he loved and said I was a traitor when I didn't - and yet didn't feel like the upset caused by his insult (or his bizarre logic about my "fault" in the matter) was in any way his problem or a reason for me not to continue our friendship.
So perhaps this is just the way things go, that friendships die, and that the wounds I've suffered are equal to the ones I've inflicted. But I'd like to be able to make them not bother me anymore.
Have you been cut off? Do you have any friendships that ended abruptly and you still grieve over? Any ideas about how to deal with them better?