I just watched my father die of cancer.
Ive always considered the closest people in my life to be my friends, and my father. Ive always had really good friends, always there for me.
But when my father died, after the wake, two of my friends left early to head to a resturant, and when I told them I was going to fridays, they got mad at me and stopped talking to me. A month later my other really close friend asked me to go to the zoo with her, and because I havent worked in weeks and weeks I didnt have the 12 bucks to go, she said if I couldnt spend 12 bucks on her to hang out with her, that I wasnt really a good friend and shouldnt be in her life, and that its been a month since my dad’s death and that I shouldnt still be ‘crazy’. My other friend started ditching me when she started shooting up h, and the only time she did spend time with me, thats all she talked about. As for a few others that Ive known almost my entire life, or have become very close close friends - they never asked me about it once, came to the funeral, or to the hospital after Id just found out he had a week to live because they had already got home.
You really figure out who your real friends are. And when none of your friends have had or watched a parent die of cancer, etc, it can be very isolating. If anything Ive learned that to make the assumption that people can understand, accept, or even care about whats going on in my life - and then feel hurt when they dont, is merely my own fault, and I can only blame myself for essentially hurting myself.
Is lucky you are there with her, and she has someone to be there for her. Blood relationship makes no difference - for at a time like this, youd think id get closer to my brother. The last time I saw my brother was on my dads wake when he told me that i should be dead inside of my father.