The friendships that don’t survive these troubled times

As the tenor of political discourse ramps up to truly untenable cacophonic shrieking, and critical thinking falls to the wayside, so too have many of my friendships. 

Some of these have ended because I wanted them to. Some have ended because my (former) friends wanted them to. Some have ended by tacit or fiery mutual agreement. 

Either way, the end of any friendship results in some sadness. Sometimes it’s the size and weight of a grain of sand and sometimes it really does threaten to overwhelm you with a wave of grief or betrayal.