I met Rachel* the year I moved to Colorado, just after college. We met at church, and she invited me to be part of her Bible study. Over the next year we built our friendship through coffee dates and nights spent watching our favorite TV shows. I also became friends with her parents, whom she lived with at the time. I remember chats with her dad as we all sipped coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter.
I thought everything was going great with our friendship when I noticed that Rachel started regularly declining my offers to get together. She always had a great excuse, so it took me months to realize that our friendship had fizzled. At that point, I made one last effort to revive our relationship, asking her if I’d done anything to offend her. “Oh, no,” she assured me. “I’m just busy.”
Death of a friendship
Being “dumped” by a significant other in a relationship is a topic we’re collectively familiar with. Romantic relationships either end with a…
