About two years ago, I started writing in this blog again after taking a three+ year break. Just three posts in 2021 – two where I captured the updates in my life (for better or for worse) and promised I’d be back here to write more and one where I just had to pour out my heart like water after what is still one of the most devastating things I’ve ever had to personally experience (see most recent post if you’re curious).
But the truth is, I don’t think my heart was really ready to publicly write again (to whoever reads this) because writing publicly is an act of exposure – of vulnerability – and the freedom I used to feel around putting myself out there unapologetically had been wrenched from me way back in 2019. But, dear readers, I am finally ready to share the details of why and seal it closed for eternity, so I can continue to move on.
If you don’t like reading gritty details about my life or stories that end in goodbyes, then you might just sit tight until the next time I carve out space and time to write again. Names and places have been changed to respectfully keep some anonymity, but this story is messy cause it’s layered in the harsh truth of what actually happened — But this is my story to share, and I deserve to share it.
In 2019 – at a climbing point of vulnerability in my life – I received an unexpected social media message from ironically one of Chad’s ex-girlfriends from high school. (Don’t act like you’ve never been Facebook friends with an ex or a significant other’s ex! Ha!) Chad and I had been trying to conceive our second baby – a sibling for Travis – for years at this point including several rounds of hormonal medications and failed attempts/miscarriages, while also preparing our hearts to possibly leave the only church home we’d ever known in KC and big changes for me at work on top of it all. All of which is incredibly isolating and lonely. Needless to say, because of the season of life we were in and the sender of the message (we’ll call her Arizona), I was both startled and immediately guarded. It started out seeming like an innocent enough message… she’d seen me post a question about Enneagram and asked if I had ever taken the test. She wanted to know what I’d typed as. I hadn’t taken it yet, as I had only recently heard of it, so she sent me a link. I thanked her and thought that was that.
What happened next happened very quickly. She asked me to share my Enneagram results. I did. Messages snowballed for weeks after that with me feeling pursued, wanted, and – most importantly – not alone. These messages, coupled with a lot of “Me too!” and “Same!” responses, had me starting to feel like I had found my long-lost twin. Late next texts. Early morning messages. Video chats while I went for daily walks (pre-Jovie days), etc. I can’t lie — It felt exciting. It felt wonderful. I am ashamed to say, I became consumed.
Since I was in my young 20’s, I’d always known after speaking with a wise counselor that I struggled with co-dependent tendencies. From extreme versions of codependency the first time I moved away from home as I desperately looked for a place (or a person) where I felt like I truly belonged, to years later after a TON of healing from Jesus and other counselors who had helped me identify my triggers for this and learn to lean into gratitude, contentment, and Jesus in my times of need. At the start of 2019, I’d already gotten really good at that and hadn’t felt like codependency was even an issue for me anymore in years. All of that was thrown out the door when Arizona pursued me in a long-distance friendship as intensely as she did. This is why I say I was ashamed by how much it consumed me – because I knew better. But I was in a weak place in my life and in my heart, and so desperately needed a real friend and didn’t have anyone else around me making me feel so damn loved.
We joked a lot about moving near each other or visiting each other to “meet” face to face for the first time. I had gotten a bonus at work mid-2019 and talked to Chad about me using some of it to fly out with Travis to where she lived and making a little mini-vacation of the whole thing. She lived in a highly-sought after touristy destination, so at the time I thought this idea made perfect sense. After all, she was my best friend. What could go wrong?
Looking back, there were a few red flags leading up to that trip, but I do what we all do when we’re in a state of happiness that follows a season of sorrow and desperation – I ignored every single one of those red flags. That trip is where it all unraveled and – to this day – I am still not entirely clear why or how it happened so quickly. She picked us up from the airport with her two kids. She seemed just like she was when we talked/messaged on the phone, and things seemed to be going great. We drove to her house where her husband was preparing to head out for a hunting trip, and we said goodbye to him and got ready for a girls weekend with our kids. (Her kids were so sweet.) However, if I had known how the trip was going to go, I would not have gone.
The rest of our time there, she acted very strangely. She was distant. Aloof. Disconnected and, at times, unfriendly. My heart was aching, but I didn’t know what had happened to cause this change. I didn’t know how to fix it. I felt those old reminders of codependency creeping up, so I spent a lot of time journaling prayers and thoughts trying to fight my way out of this sudden and unexpected flight/freeze response I was feeling. I had Travis with me, so when she flat out refused to even come out of her room one day, I told her kids to play inside and took Travis down the road to Starbucks where we sat and read, enjoyed some treats, and then headed to the lakeshore (all walking distance) to enjoy the sun and warmth and make the most of our trip. She eventually crawled out of her house and met us there, but was still acting strangely – and quite frankly – killing the vibe.
When we were done at the lake and went back to her house, she went straight back to her room. After I put Travis to bed, I sat on the couch in a loft area she had and just started sobbing. I hated everything about how I felt. In that moment, I hated that I was there, I hated that I’d shared my heart with her, and I hated that I felt trapped and helpless – stuck there with her. We still had two days left in our visit, so I texted her and asked her to come out of her room to talk to me. She did, and we were able to chat for a bit. I won’t share her personal life details here out of respect, but she was dealing with a lot and wasn’t in the position to be a hostess. She said she hadn’t known how to talk to me about it. I told her I wanted to go home and asked if she’d drive me to the airport early – I’d just eat the extra cost to change my flights. She told me that I didn’t have to do that, and she’d try harder to be a better hostess and, sadly, I consented to that. Truly, I was more or less at her mercy, since we were too far from the airport for me to catch an Uber.
As you can guess, the rest of the trip wasn’t any better. Her husband came home early from his hunting trip, so they could both drive us to the airport – I sat in the back in stunned silence, just silently praying for this emotional nightmare to be over and checking in with Travis who – thankfully – was oblivious and just enjoying himself. After our flight in KC landed, I texted her and we agreed we needed distance / longer breaks from one another (to not necessarily communicate all day, every day). I acknowledged I’d slipped into codependent tendencies and thought healthier boundaries in our friendship would help. We didn’t speak for weeks and when I finally texted her again, it went ignored. The next message went ignored too. And the next.
I have never been in the business of ghosting people. I take distance where I don’t feel safe or where my heart is needing time, but I don’t ghost people. If our friendship is going to shift intentionally, I am going to talk to you about it directly. I messaged her asking if she was okay and if she needed more than just “longer breaks” from each other, but she sent back a quick retort that more or less said she was just busy, had other friends, and was focusing on her family. Mmmmmmkay.
I moved on.
I apologized to Chad and some friends for getting so consumed in one other person.
I wept privately and closed that chapter of my life.
Until she called me weeks later. Sobbing. Hysterical. Claiming she was losing it and going to check herself into an inpatient mental health clinic. I panicked. I asked her what happened. She just kept sobbing. I asked if she was hurt. She just kept sobbing. I asked her if it was her kids. She just kept sobbing. I asked her if it had to do with her husband – and then she lost it. She angrily retorted that I didn’t know her or him or what the hell I was talking about and HOW DARE I say anything against him. Years later, I now recognize that she also struggles with codependency – just directed at her husband. She hung up on me, and I realized in that moment that I was done. For the first time, I knew I was going to ghost someone. I was done giving her any piece of me from that day forward. I was unraveled, and she didn’t deserve to have that much of my heart or that kind of power over me.
Months later, her son wrote me an email about 2-3 weeks into the nation-wide quarantine. I forgot he had my email cause I’d only emailed him a picture of himself when we were on our trip. He asked how I was doing. I don’t remember what I wrote back in response, but I kept it unemotional and shared that Travis and I were good and making the most of quarantine. Two days later I received a message from her saying how mortified she was that her son had reached out to me and went on to explain that she had pulled away from me “for my own sake” and blah blah blah.
I didn’t write her back.
I blocked her number.
It felt like a really, really bad breakup and although I made mistakes several times all along the way – most of which were ignoring my own gut instincts and red flags – I still have never fully understood the sudden change in temperature. This alone impacted the next couple YEARS of my life because I no longer felt safe to put myself out there, and I no longer trusted my own judgment. When someone takes very personal information about you, including details of previous struggles and core wounds, and uses them against you – that takes a lot of time and healing to recover from.
I am happy to say I have gotten the time and distance and healing needed to start to trust myself again and not flinch so severely when someone seems interested in getting to know me. I have learned that there is no such thing as a perfect person who will be the perfect friend, but there are good trustworthy people who are ready to know me and love me. To have connection, we have to open ourselves up to the risk of being hurt by imperfect people – but I still believe it’s worth the risk. I am slower to trust and open up, but I think for the most part that is a good thing. I have learned that while no one is perfect, real friends should not give you so many red flags and real friends don’t use your own heart against you. Real friends are honest/upfront, manage your expectations to the best of their ability (while you also manage your own), and make you feel important in their lives. I have learned (not for the first time) that Jesus is the only perfect keeper of my heart and the only one who can fill those places where wounds have left their mark. God has given me so many wonderful, imperfect friends that I am honored to know and trust with my heart, as I in turn gently hold their stories, hearts, and trust.
So with that, this is goodbye, Arizona. I wish you’d been everything you promised me you were. I wish your lies had been truth. I wish our friendship had been real, but I’m glad I eventually discovered it was not. I wish I had listened to my gut the countless times it tried to get my attention. I wish I could take back all the time and energy and love I gave you, but I can’t. So I am going to keep the lessons learned and come out on this side of knowing you with a few more fractures than I had before, but stronger because Jesus is the one who holds and heals my heart – and He can redeem anything that was lost or broken. I hope your kids are well. I hope your marriage is healing. I hope you find a way to let Jesus heal the broken pieces inside of you. Even after all the pain you caused me (and that I allowed to drag on longer than it should have by my own denial), I truly hope you are well. Goodbye, forever.