I told him I was very depressed that day, that it was the most depressed and upset I'd been in years, and he could borrow my car if he wanted but I wasn't going to drive him there. He got all mad and told me that in the future he wasn't going to be as indulgent to what I wanted anymore.
Oh my lawerd. This feels too familiar.
When K was in town in October, smack in the middle of the great Pneumonia that-nearly-took-me-out,she spent 3 days 6 blocks from me but couldn't make time to visit...until the one day I had clients. The headline of that long weekend became, Bonny Couldn't Squeeze Me In.
Okay. I'm over it. Kate is right. I have made up my mind. I would never had left someone hanging like she did, much less when they could really have used some support.
My advice request was about how to say goodbye without being a jerk about it and in diplomatic enough terms that a defensive person can hear. However, while I would like to do it well, I guess there is no way to do it perfectly.