Tell Your Story

Anam Cara

webmaster — 2005-06-15T18:09:15-05:00

Sue and I had been what I called "anam cara" (or soul friends in Irish) since we were in 9th grade. We could not have been closer. We celebrated all our milestones together including the births of our combined 7 children. She is Godmother to my youngest. In spite of living in different states and the occasional lapse in communication we remained each others touch stones. Neither one of us had especially happy marriages and we cried on each others shoulders frequently. We always had a fantasy of becoming single and doing the "Kate and Allie" thing. I don't know how I would have gotten through many of my tragedies without her. I believe she felt the same way.

Felicia's Story

webmaster — 2005-06-15T18:06:24-05:00

Felicia Sullivan tells her story (you'll need to scroll down a bit to find it)

And for all this time, I thought I was the only...

webmaster — 2005-06-04T23:35:37-05:00

Sam, at 4x+1y tells her story.

Alison's Story

webmaster — 2005-05-30T18:08:15-05:00

Kimberly Jaworski was a small girl, slight in stature, with blonde hair and brown eyes. We started kindergarten together in the fall of 1976. We were four years old. The school was a small private Catholic school, the church was on the first floor of the school. Mrs. Dudley was our teacher and we played with blocks and doll houses, brought our lunch in metal lunchboxes depicting Raggedy Ann. We learned to spell our names and sang songs accompanied by Mrs. Whidden on the piano. We were sternly lectured to be respective of Mrs. Whidden as she made "pennies' and we were lucky to have her instruction. We sang with great vigor and Mrs. Whidden taught us that God loved our voices, no matter how horrible we perceived ourselves to sound. We went to Mass twice a week, and a third time on Sundays with our parents. Kim and I were featured in the local paper when we graduated from kindergarten. Kim is looking through her diploma as if it is a telescope, searching for the future. Special days were Field Days, when we would tie our ankles together to run a race and feast on hot dogs, chips and soda. The picnic benches outside were formed of concrete and we would carve our names and the ones we loved over the nine years we spent together at the school. Twenty five years later, I walked into that same kindergarten room to meet with other parents whose children were receiving their First Holy Communion and tears filled my eyes. The smell of the room remained the same, and the wonderful memories came flooding back. Other parents looked at me blankly when I said I attended kindergarten in this room, I felt they were intruders.

Bizarre Love Triangle

webmaster — 2005-05-30T17:44:22-05:00

Kat over at Maternity Genes shares her friend that got away story.

Not a Habit

webmaster — 2005-05-30T16:28:28-05:00

Susie, on her Not a Habit blog, writes about her take on The Friend Who Got Away.

Kimberly's Story

webmaster — 2005-05-30T14:21:39-05:00

This story comes from reader Kimberly:

Hello,
I just got the book yesterday, and have completed most of the stories in the book, in one evening. It has been a journey through my own lost friendship that I have taken many a time. There have been so many stories I've read where the friendship, the deep bond, is so obviously still there that it pains me to hear these stories as much as it does for me to reflect on mine

Ann Hood's in particular seems to me so clearly a case where her friend, very simply, blames herself for Ann's daughter Grace's death. If I followed the story correctly, they had gone out the evening when the fever began to spike, of course not knowing what would happen. Though of course it was no one's fault, I really feel that her friend Amelia just felt as though it were her own fault, and she probably believes Ann Hood blames her too. That's why she comes sometimes, but stays on the periphery. She would not come there if she still did not care. But she is racked with guilt and doubt.

My story has been tragic enough, but too bad for me I can offer no solutions as to how to regain my own best friend. We've been more like mortal enemies for over a year now, since last February, though I don't know if the fact that she never has said ANYTHING to me since then can be taken as an enemy. We met at our sons' school about 4 yrs ago, almost 5 now. I have one son and she has 2, her oldest has a congenital birth anomaly and is my son's age. From the minute we met we hit it off. Everything about us was either the same or very similar, a point which always felt like a badge of honor to us. We even had similar names, her first being a variation of my middle. And interestingly, my family always has called me by my middle name, I use my first outside the family only.

When I was 15 I lost my sister suddenly to drowning.

Welcome!

webmaster — 2005-05-29T20:54:48-05:00

Welcome to the Tell Your Story space. We'll be posting friendship breakup stories that have been sent to us by readers, as well as links to other websites and blogs that might be of interest. Thanks!