There was no anger or hate, it was simply the fact that life was kicking my ass. When we returned from our last deployment, both our personal lives were a wreck. There was shit to figure out, and the silence was inevitable. Perhaps that’s why I only have a handful of friends that have survived the years. I’ve learned that sometimes in adult friendships, lulls happen. It doesn’t make the relationship any less significant, they just happen. Yet so many people expect you to drop everything and take on their burdens, while ignoring the fact that you have shit going on too.
