I suspect that during the course of all of our lives we encounter/interact/acquire friends whose definition of friendship is a bit one sided.
These are the people who make less effort to keep the friendship alive. They tend not to write or call because they rely upon your effort to maintain the relationship. They also have a proclivity for being quick to ask for your help and relatively to slow to offer their own.
The interesting thing about friendships is that they evolve and sometimes they go from being your closer pal to the one sided end of the fence and sometimes they go the other direction.
At the current moment in time I am evaluating my options on what to do about a very dear friend. I say very dear because for a long time I considered him to be among my closest friends, a member of the inner circle.
I am not sure if he realizes or feels that our friendship has gone south, but it is something that I noticed a while ago and it bothers me. It bothers me because I feel like I am the one carrying the load and that without my effort it would fall apart completely.
There is no doubt in my mind that if I called him today and told him that I really needed his help that he would do so to the best of his ability. He is reliable in that manner, but I wonder about the rest.
He is single, never been married and does not have any children. I know that he leads a busy and active life, but frankly he cannot be busier than me and certainly doesn’t have half of the responsibilities that I do. So I cannot help but wonder where his head is at.
Mind you that I have come to this place after a number of years. It is not as if I just arbitrarily decided that there was a problem. All this begs the question of whether I should say something to him about this and try and learn if he is just oblivious to this or if he just doesn’t care all that much.
Want to know the sad part. The sad confession is that I don’t want to have the conversation about it because that is just another example of my keeping things going on my own. In the end I suspect that I’ll send him an email outlining my thoughts and see how he responds. I think that the real fear for me here is that the friendship has lost its spark and I find that to be sad and disturbing. You can never have too many good friends, especially those who have been lost in Jerusalem with you and wandered for hours and miles on a quiet Shabbos evening.