Back when I lived in KC, I had a pretty good friend who I would regularly talk to and/or go to HH with. I moved back to Texas, we lost touch, but would still occasionally talk/tweet/whatever.
One day, she just blocked me on everything, and I later found out she was talking a bit behind the scenes. And it just TORE me up. I value each person in my life, and although I’ve never talked poorly of that person, it really killed me at the time.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve had to take a hard look and realize that if someone doesn’t want to be my friend anymore, I can’t stop them. Do I wish that we had had a discussion and not a very blunt severing? Of course.
Life doesn’t work out that way, though. So I choose to remember the friendship fondly - and not about what happened afterward.
When interracial marriage was illegal, this argument was used. Sounds familiar to why gay marriage is being fought against, huh?
"Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents…. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix."