However, I was sorry to notice (a bit after it happened) that my "former best friend" and maid of honor at my wedding had, in a "point making" (yet point not clarified) moment, removed me from Facebook. My crime: I'd sent her a letter saying that her treatment of me last year, when she spent the ride to the airport 1) berating me for pissing her off - six hours before we got in the car (for an honest mistake that you can only apologize for once 2) blaming me for being so selfish we had to drive to the airport at 2 AM (though she'd been the one who refused the hotel I'd paid for that we could have stayed at the night before) 3) blasting the radio so I couldn't answer 4) ignoring me (for the remaining two hours), was really bad and had upset me enough that I didn't know how to handle it, as I saw no reason to think she would not do it again and I certainly was never going back to Mississippi to see her again if this was the case.
Did she apologize? Did she say she'd never do it again? Well, no. But I said I couldn't handle being friends with someone who made me feel unsafe, and that I wasn't okay with being yelled at, and I guess by snipping the little thread that I had left open after my return (I had wanted to just go ahead and defriend her right away but wanted to keep the lines open in case I either stopped feeling panicky about what had happened or she maybe decided to apologize) she did something that at least would ensure it didn't happen again.
So I am left wondering, did I poke her ego (in the Proustian way) unforgivably by calling out an imperfection, does she feel I just should have forgotten about it and I'm holding grudges, or does she think people actually should put up with being treated that way as it's her right as queen of the universe? We always had a clash as two queen of the universes, and she wanted to make sure she was the one who was controlling me, and I wasn't into being controlled, at all. And I'm certainly not into being yelled at. I've worked hard to make a life where that doesn't have to be the way things are, that people talk to each other with an assumption of trust underneath everything, that if they say something hard you still know they love you and they are trying as hard as possible to say it in a way that ensures you know the care is still there. You don't call names, you don't yell. And, I guess, that's not how she sees things. Maybe she just doesn't get bothered by stuff very easily: my guess is that she's so strong-willed she never gets yelled at the way she yells at other people.
We didn't talk to each other for about ten years after the last time she did something to violate my trust. Maybe in ten more years time she'll have mellowed out enough that she won't want to act like this anymore. At any rate, I waited a year to make sure it really was a big deal (it had me in tears for most of last January), and for some of that time hoped she'd say something like, "I'm really sorry about that, I hadn't had enough sleep;" but nothing. I think I really tried this time; and somehow, not seeing her updates on Facebook anymore is a bit of a relief.