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After I got married, a very close friend — my maid of honour — silently stepped away from our friendship. It was gradual. It hurt. And while I never brought it up (though I probably should have), it offered me something quite special in the end.

What changed? At first, it was the frequency of our interactions, the everydayness of our friendship began to fade. She made new friends; I eventually left the city we both lived in. Yet the silence was palpable, and it challenged me. The clearest sign that something had shifted was when I wasn’t invited to her wedding. Not just me, but a few of our mutual friends were left out, friends who, unlike me, hadn’t shared that long ‘best friend’ status with her. Her parents had once felt like my own. When I heard the news of her wedding, it prompted some deep questions, and, unexpectedly, offered a kind of tutorial in love and friendship.

Covid had passed in the time between her meeting her partner and getting married. I had never met him. So was the non-invite an indictment of my character or personhood? Initially, it felt like an insult to our shared history. And yet, to let a wound dictate how I viewed her would have been a greater betrayal on my part. She is a beautiful person, someone I know still respects and loves me. Our friendship has changed, but it has by no means ended. The truth is, her wedding wasn’t about me. And being a friend, at its core, means showing up as I am, no matter how the dynamic or frequency shifts.

We met up after the wedding. She was in my city for a gig, and we managed to go for dinner. We’d both lived through massive milestones: she’d got married, and I had got divorced. And still, it felt like we picked up where we’d left off. In fact, even during the quieter years of our friendship, we’d still meet once or twice a year, and the energy of our connection, our affection, and our ability to be honest and real has never waned. I didn’t even feel the need to ask, “Why wasn’t I invited?”

Instead, I look at the beautiful unfolding of her life and feel a quiet happiness. I don't need to be in the centre of it all.

Would I like to be there for the intimate moments more often? Yes. Would I love for her to be more engaged in my daughter’s life? Absolutely. Would I call her if I were in a really sticky situation? In a heartbeat. It took time for me to acknowledge and accept our lives are no longer enmeshed. But there’s still a foundation of friendship — and for that, I am deeply grateful.

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