Cat ClarkeThis is the real way a friendship ends. Not with some huge screaming row, but with a gradual withdrawal. You’d think it would be less painful this way.
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The death of a true friendship is never pretty. It is far more painful than any death in the family. Instead of crying loudly, you fall into silence. Instead of tears, there’s a look of relief.
Instead of loud grief, there is the quiet acceptance that the person won’t be around anymore. The end of a true friendship will be less painful this way rather than with a huge shouting row, which will leave you feeling bitter and resentful.
Source: Torn
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