How To Burn Bridges

This is wrapped inside a larger story post that I'm still working on and awaiting the final resolution to provide a full picture.

But this does bother me and I'm posting it.

Don't say how excited you are to meet my new son during your visit out here and then flake at every opportunity to see him. Don't wait until your last night when you've got a full schedule of things with your family to try and get in a ten minute visit. Don't invite my family to a dinner for you so you can multi-task.

Don't bother.

I see just how important it was and I know you're gone now. You couldn't take the time during an entire week out here (yes, it was a busy week but people make time for things that are important to them) to see him. That is a pretty strong indicator to me that you were not being truthful in your intentions or you just didn't put very much importance on it.

Not withstanding the fact that you're supposed to be our friend anyway and maybe want to see us during your short visit. But no, it wasn't important enough and you have become unimportant. And you've been deleted from PDA and cell phone books.

I'm not angry by the inaction. But I'm certainly not pleased, that's for sure. And pretty much, at this point, you no longer are a person that my family has much interest in interacting with anymore. I hope you have a wonderful life on your island back east but don't bother getting in touch anymore. I know how unimportant we are in your life and how truly self-centered you are.

Better off knowing these things than not even if it does dwindle the circle of people I do call friends down by another notch.

Will you ever read this? Maybe but I doubt it. Will it mean anything? No. You couldn't even be bothered to speak to us last night, you had your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend call instead.

Lame doesn't even begin to encompass how your actions look to us. C'est la vie!