So it's now been a fortnight since I ran into my ex-friend who I fell out with badly after I gave her email address out without her permission. I spent about the next five days dwelling on that, but while it's still on my mind to a degree, the dwelling has ceased since last week. I'm still remorseful about it, I promise you, but not to the point of beating myself up about it. At some point, I think you need to stop doing that. Remember your errors and flaws, without letting them continually make you feel bad about yourself.
Yesterday, I had another session with one of my therapists with whom I discussed the matter (I named no names, just for the record). After painting the picture and expressing all my feelings on it, she told me, frankly but gently, I'd been conned but that I was nonetheless largely responsible. She concluded that there was probably no way of resolving this conflict, at least for now, and that I'd therefore just have to live with it.
I do believe that's correct. Either way, many of the feelings I had when I composed my previous post about the incident are ones I haven't shaken, although I am consciously trying my hardest to uphold a balanced perspective about the entire fiasco, both for clarity and more importantly out of respect for the other two parties. And my anxiety and shock about it has eased now.
Another lingering thought I have about (and which I'm adding to this post almost two months later) is that the falling out had three contributing factors and sources. I shouldn't have given the email address out, my friend who wanted it should've told me really what for, and had my ex-friend simply given my friend (even if only to shut her up) a chance to host some trivia nights like she knew my friend had wanted to do for some time, then my friend probably would've left her alone.
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