Why is it hard to accept? Well, I do not have children, and most of the relatives that cared about me are gone. My mother raised my brother and me apart- she always stood between us and we did not learn to be family. My friends were always my family.
I had many teacher friends, but once I divorced my last husband they disappeared. I guess they thought I should have stayed, even though I was supporting him, and he was cheating on me.
I remember they did not go all at once back then – maybe they decided to stagger it so I would not be slammed. I remember when I was in the hospital recuperating from that complete body shutdown caused by my husband, my very closest friend walked out on me (in the hospital) when I said I was divorcing my husband (who actually was the cause for me to be in the hospital.)
So, I only have, and am completely happy about, my new friends here in my apartment. I have located a close friend from 50 years ago, and we have reconnected. She lives in Florida but far away from Pensacola – southern east coast. Another friend and I have reconnected on Facebook. She lives in Charleston, SC.
My only comment about his new status is that I do miss those ole friends, but I have a few of them left and many new younger friends here in Pensacola.