My Instagram bio starts with the quote ‘You’ll be too much for some people. Those aren’t your people’.

When I read the attached pic it took me back to a time when one of my nearest and dearest was expecting their last baby and she invited me to be in the delivery room with her. I was so excited anticipating the arrival and sharing this moment with my bestie.
I always had my phone on me, checking texts and checking in on her and then out of the blue I received a call announcing the birth of a baby girl.
Wait, what? And it wasn’t even an emergency.
Yes, all power to Besty for going with her gut and feeling confident to do it on her own but the delivery of the news was harsh and what I considered most heart-crushing at the time.
The conversation went something along the lines of:

Her: I’ve had the baby.
Me: Oh wow, congratulations are you both okay?
Her: Yes.
Me: I thought I was invited to be a part of it.
Her: Yeah, I changed my mind. Sometimes you’re just too much for me.
Me: 🥲 oh ok.

I can’t remember much else because I was in a place of discomfort and sadness and I probably wanted to ugly cry out loud.

Fast-forward and baby is now a big girl; I see their photos online but I no longer see them in person and not because of this.

We continued being ‘friends’ (because I had little self-awareness back then) but some years later the ‘friendship’ fizzled when I stopped making contact and checking in.

The wake-up call was necessary but it hurt. I still love them but differently and from afar.