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To this day, my greatest heartbreak remains my friendship pain. I admit, this grief still arouses in me a feeling of sadness.
I met Isabelle at a haute couture class. At at first glance, I did not sympathize with her, I found a little air snob. But over the weeks, I have discovered in my classmate a generous person, laughing, curious. We have become friends. I was 21 year.
Needless to say that we were not long in us feast on dinners at restaurants, film screenings, exhibitions in museums, trips to fabric shops.
A few years later, Isabelle got married, and the couple moved to Paris where her husband had just been transferred. Since I was working for an airline at the time and I benefited from certain advantages, in particular tickets free, I went to visit it frequently.
Ten years later, they returned to Montreal. Her husband being regularly called upon to travel for his work, Isabelle and I often saw each other. One day we had tea together – our ritual – I detect in she a certain feverishness. I ask him what trouble. She replies that her husband has disappeared. I specify here that I never knew the bottom of this story, I I will therefore not elaborate on the subject. My only concern is limited to comforting my friend.
Then the husband reappeared. I didn’t ask any questions. Isabelle and I were going to celebrate 20 years of friendship, and that only mattered to me. Except that..
One evening, she invites me to accompany her to the restaurant. I notify him that I might not be able to join her, because a Belgian friend, passing through Montreal, would like us to break the crust together. But that remains to be confirmed. Not at all crumpled, she offers to call me in the morning to check what it is. Around 5 p.m., without news from him, I leave join my friend from Brussels. I assume she has just postponed our dinner to a later date.
On returning home at the end of the evening, I find that my answering machine flashes. Note that at the time, telephones intelligent did not exist. Isabelle had left me four posts! Her first informed me that she would be waiting for me in front of the restaurant, period. In the next two, I detected aggression in his voice. As for the last, it only contained insults. Or, at that time I have realized that I should have checked my voicemail. Only, I was convinced that she had decided to postpone our encounter. Moreover, she had not contacted me in morning as planned. I called her immediately; she has me hung up the line in his face. I mightn’t believe she wants to break a long-standing friendship for a misunderstanding. How I wept! In vain followingwards I telephoned him, write to her, and this, many times, she ignored me always.
The years passed, and I had to go to the evidence : we weren’t friends anymore. It’s been 25 years.
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