I could very easily become a recluse. Over the decades, the few friends I have had, have drifted away. Not by location, no, they are still around, so what has happened?
We all accept that life moves on but I find it odd that people can't still spare you a few moments of their existence, once in a blue moon. You know how it goes. Visits are longer inbetween, telephone calls and other social media messages reduce. You become the one always getting in touch, rather than them.
You decide to get in touch less to see if they notice, nope! You leave a longer and longer gap then get in touch again. Still no response.
I used to have two very good friends in the village. We all moved into work, our children grew up and social interaction reduced, as expected. One chose to hardly be in touch at all other than to flout her new best buddy relationship!! Nearly two decades passed before we bumped into each other and she started sending a Christmas card. I could have started it all up again but chose not to.
The other one had many grand children arrive and I would have expected her time to be reduced but had hoped to still be invited up occasionally to meet grand children. Nope! She went on to have a life threatening illness. I wasn't made aware of it and only found out, 1 year afterwards, when having got in touch for the umpteenth time, got invited for coffee. Since then - zilch.
It doesn't just happen with friends either.
There are times when I feel like a secretary. Times when I feel I am flogging a dead horse, trying to get a response. It has, at low moments, the capacity to make me feel completely unwanted, unloved and at its worst, wondering if they would miss me...