You may have noticed that Dauntless D, my blog partner and close friend, is no longer listed as an admin for PWK, and you certainly cannot have missed the fact that he hasn't written in many, many months. You won't see him here anymore. He has decided to move on.
More specifically, he has a new girlfriend and he has rekindled his faith and both of those have required that he let go of PWK.....and anyone associated with it. Yes, that includes me, too. We were best friends for a couple of years, but now he won't have any contact of any kind with me because the girlfriend doesn't want him to and because, according to another friend of his, I am "depraved."
I didn't hear that from him, of course, because he couldn't even speak to me to tell me that I wasn't good enough for his new lifestyle. We've been through a lot together, but he couldn't even say goodbye or give me a chance to have some closure.
What would I say?
Well, some of what I would say is about relative morality, but I'll share that in another post because it deserves it's own space. I would also remind him that he said this would never happen. I'd remind him how he asked me to stop him if he ever gave up too much of himself and his own life to a woman, particularly so soon after his separation from his wife.
I'd tell him that judging me when he's engaged in sex outside of marriage with his girlfriend is pure hypocrisy and it should bother him that no one else is saying that to him and he's shutting out the only person who ever would give him the straight up truth.
I'd tell him that I thought he was better than this and that I certainly deserve better. I'd tell him that refusing to communicate with me even to tell me about his decision is a coward's way out.
I'd remind him of the string of people in his life he's walked away from and I'd ask him how he expects this to turn out any differently.
I'd remind him that real friends are hard to find and that to throw that aside for a piece of pussy who isn't who she is representing herself to be is foolish and shortsighted.
But I'd also wish him well. I'd thank him for all the times he was there for me when I really needed him. I'd thank him for the laughs and lunches and books we shared. I'd thank him for making room in his life for me, even though he ultimately chose to walk away.
I'd tell him that I will always be here for him and, yes, I'll be here when her real colors shine through and she leaves.
I'd tell him that I miss him.
I'd tell him that I hope his life turns out exactly as he wants it to.
I'd tell him I love him.