I Didn’t Mean To Break Up With You

You. I’m talking to YOU. The one reading this. We used to be friends. Or, maybe we were acquaintances. If you’ve gotten this far to clicking on this post and actually reading it, we knew each other at some time or you know someone exactly like me. I miss you. Yes, YOU.

I didn’t mean for it to get to this point, and I don’t mean to spew excuses, but here they are. Sure, I see you on facebook, instagram, twitter and other social media sites. We will chat sometimes, and “like” each other’s posts. I follow what you are doing and try to comment when I can. In-between wiping puke off my shirt, changing dirty diapers and feeling like I’m the star in my own “Ground Hog Day” movie every day, I even try to text you!

Even though you may not believe me, I think of you all the time and wish I could see you more. I should tell you that more often. You’ve probably silently accused me of committing the ultimate act that led our friendship to break apart, and you would be right. I’m not talking about stealing your boyfriend or getting into a fight with you. I’m talking about ending (or as I like to think if it “pausing”) our friendship in the only socially acceptable way there is in a way that you can’t really complain about it- at least not out loud (Or you’d seem like a total jerk 😉 ) Lets just be honest: I dropped off the face of the planet.

I did. I went and got married and immediately had a baby after… A colicky baby who cried 23 hours of the day; one I love immensely, but seriously made me feel like I needed to be admitted into an insane asylum at times. Then, 4 short months later, I got pregnant again.

I have a not-so secret “secret” to share with you- If you want to remove yourself from society completely, try being pregnant for almost 2 years in a row and having 2 babies under the age of 2. Then throw in working full-time, getting no sleep, trying to maintain your house and marriage, and you’re pretty much socially dead.  You stopped inviting me to things a long time ago, and I really don’t blame you. Someone can only decline your invite so many times before you stop asking.

I love my new family, but I didn’t mean to break up with you, my dear friend. My New Year’s Resolution is to have more balance in my life and to see you more often…. I’m still the fun, loud-mouthed girl who you remember… just a little more tired and need a little more notice to make plans now. Let’s get coffee… or a cocktail! Call me. I miss you.


Your Friend Alyson


7 thoughts on “I Didn’t Mean To Break Up With You

  1. This sounds like my life! A 17 mth old and a 4 mth old. I keep reading your posts and thinking…yes! Me too! I always think to myself that there are other parents out there (and by “out there” I mean somewhere, nearby, in RI) but that we are all living the same reality so we never connect. I haven’t left the house in days…

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  2. To funny… Just remember Alyson…. I have been where you are…. Many many strong women have been where you are… It gets easier, and you get your friends and adult relationships back… Eventually…. Lol. And mostly everyone who comes back into your life brings a child or two with them… And you all make more memories… Different memories… But, you never forget the old ones… Enjoy you new, different times… Because these will change again… One day, before you even know it, your children will be on their own and will be returning with a life all their own… Maybe even grandchildren…. It’s the wonderful circle of life my friend. Enjoy every minute of it, even when you feel like you can keep your eyes open for another second…. It ALL worth it ! 💜💜💜💜

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