How a psychic completely changed my perspective on friendship, and the three types of friends we meet in our lifetime.
I lost a friend a few years ago—a best friend. It wasn’t to death or tragedy; it was more like a breakup. But it was still the loss of a genuine, BFF, you-are-my-rock
Most of what the psychic told me was hocus pocus. I would marry a tall, blond Scandinavian. Wrong. I would have two girls. Wrong. But when she got to my friend, she said something that changed my life: “Your relationship has served its purpose. It’s time to bless her and send her on her way.”
After the months of mental anguish, wondering if I should reach out to my friend, wondering if she would reach out to me, wondering how to fix something where I felt I had taken the high road and stayed true to myself, my values, and my self worth, do I put my integrity aside to save this relationship? Do I apologize for something when I believe with all my heart I’ve done nothing wrong? Never had it occurred to me that some things don’t need to be fixed. Some things simply need to be let go.