by Kathy Jolly

Created on: June 08, 2008

A Broken Friendship

I still get angry when I think about the events that caused a traumatic break-up of a friendship that I truly cherished. Yes, I am still angry. I believe I would rather stay angry than deal with the hurt that this has caused. It has been almost a year since events that transpired that I still truly do not understand, and I probably never will.

A dear friend of mine offered me a safe haven and a place to live when my life was at an all time low. She opened her heart and her home to me, unconditionally. I felt loved and blessed and she never pressured me when I was trying to rebuild myself emotionally and financially. She listened when I cried and raged against the injustice of my life at the time. She offered sound and practical advice when she thought I could handle it, she helped me cope.

I was suicidal when I came to her home. Along with a lifetime friend of mine, she held me together until I was past the danger of doing something that could not be undone. The main reason that I did not do anything that drastic at the time was because I could not and would not have her come home to something that devastating. She had enough trauma in her life already. She was still dealing with the death of her only son. I did not think the death of a friend would help. She helped revive that core of survival deep in my soul when I could not find a spark left.

I have a deep feeling of honor, that is the basis of my character. I could not fathom "biting the hand that feeds me" so to speak. What happened was that my friend ended up having a substantial amount of money come up missing from her bedroom. Now, I had never felt uncomfortable in her home. I felt that she trusted me and I definitely trusted her. I knew that she had always kept a large amount of money in her room, though I had never seen it. To this day, I do not know where it was. At this point, a part of me no longer cares.

The honorable part of me, the part that rages against injustice, demands to know what happened. I want to know who took her money. I want that person or persons to be held accountable for their actions. The person responsible for that theft took more than her money. They took her trust away. They violated that safe haven I had come to love. They made her doubt those who were supposed to love her.That alone makes me angry on her behalf.

I was absolutely furious that she doubted me and was suspicious that I had taken her money. If I wanted to take her money, it would stand to reason

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