Ending a long-term friendship of 18 years is like going through a divorce.
The finger-pointing and claims of who has sacrificed what for who, and who has wronged who.
Looking at pictures and feeling both sad and angry at the same time.
Other mutual friends don't quite know how to act. If you even tell them at all.
Questioning what happened to the person you once knew, and loathing this new person they have become. Wondering when you started to notice the change. Thinking maybe you never knew them at all.
Questioning yourself. Maybe every hurtful thing they say is true.
What of the children? They lose, too.
The kicker is, I didn't even get to wear a pretty dress for a day. Eff this.