When we first moved here, I didn't have any friends of my own. I only knew Hubby's friends and family. Then I met you. Your then-boyfriend (now husband), S, was friends with my husband and they played ball together. You both came over one evening for drinks. When I got home from work you were already there, drinking my Caesars! I didn't mind. You were outgoing and friendly and we just clicked right away. Our houses were walking distance from each other and soon the two of you were coming over every weekend. And you and I were going out for karaoke. We had a lot of fun.
We were close. We talked frequently. You stood in my wedding. Then you and S bought a house and moved. Not far, but it was no longer within walking distance. The weekend visits slowed down. Hubby and I soon bought a house, too. Again, it wasn't far. But we were all busy homeowners running errands, doing chores, staying in. I got pregnant with Miss M. There were even less visits.
Soon we were only keeping touch on Facebook and email. We'd talk about how busy we were and that is had been a long time since we last got together. Months went by without a visits or phone calls. You had a wedding of your own, but it was overseas and we were unable to attend. We went to your reception and I was truly happy for you. Every time we got together it was just like old friends, back to normal.
Our husbands got into a bit of a disagreement over baseball. It didn't seem that significant at the time, but maybe it was to S? Does he have hard feelings toward Hubby? It doesn't seem that way when they see each other...
You are now a mother and have a beautiful one-year-old son. I visited days after he was born and it was wonderful. We talked just like old times. Conversations are so easy with you. I made an effort to contact you and visit you a few times after that, too. You talked about your son's upcoming birthday party. I assumed it was just for family, but saw the pictures on Facebook soon after. All of your friends were there. We weren't invited. It hurt. I was insulted. I probably wouldn't have been able to go because of J's baseball tournament, but you didn't know that at the time. You just didn't invite me.
It is hard enough to make good friends at this point in life. To lose a good friend for no apparent reason is even harder, I think. Should I talk about it with you? Will you just blame it on being busy and laugh it off? I am afraid to ask. I don't want to get hurt. But I already am.