Save the date? Part 2

"With the wedding quickly approaching, her save the dates have gone out. But not everyone from her old life received a save the date...in fact, her former friend - the (cool, hip) younger urban dweller who scorns chain restaurants - was left off the list, despite the fact that the two of them spent nearly five years of their lives being each other's go-to single gal pal. And after the snubbed friend discovered she was snubbed, she de-friended her former friend on Facebook and the two never spoke again. The End."

I established the Facebook part was an exaggeration. I thought the story would really end with, "and the two never spoke again." However, the world is a strange, strange place and, ironically, within days of the "Save the date?" blog post the Future Mrs. Old and Flabby contacted her former friend. This is where the story continues:

And then one day, rather unexpectedly, the Future Mrs. Old and Flabby reached out to her former friend via Facebook. In her message, she acted like she was simply picking up where she left the conversation off nearly a year and a half ago. The recipient was surprised. She thought the future Mrs. Old and Flabby had written her off, with no intention of even attempting to communicate again. As she read the message from her former friend, surprise turned to stunned which turned to anger. Basically, the wannabe soccer mom asked her former friend to join a club with her and participate in a recreational sport together for the several months leading up to the wedding. Since the culmination of the sport would take place mere weeks from the wedding, the bride-to-be clearly would only have wedding planning to talk about....with the former friend who is still not invited to the wedding.

The younger friend sent a response, declining the offer, wishing the bride-to-be luck and expressing disappointment for not receiving a save the date.

Several days later, a response arrived. It basically said the wedding is going to be a "small" one. It went on to say save the dates hadn't "even" gone to co-workers yet (so, "Our friendship was the equivalent, to her, of a work friendship?!?," thought the urban-dweller) and reiterated that they're trying to keep the wedding "small." Not even a suggestion that the recipient might make the round two invite cut.

The urban-dweller reflected. "Had we not talked on the phone several times a week? Did we not hang out on average once a week? For over five years?!?! Am I not recalling this correctly?" Realizing she was, indeed, remembering the friendship correctly, or at least the way she perceived it, she simply closed her laptop, took a deep breath and chose not to respond. The official end of a friendship - this is it. At least she got the closure she needed. It's much better than simply never hearing from someone. Clearly, the younger friend thought they were better friends than the older one thought...sad, but certianly not the end of the world. And with that, the younger one thought ahead to the New Year, filled with new possibilities and, hopefully, new (and true) friendships. The End.