Old Wounds
Friday, August 1, 2008 12:46:16 PM
During an idle moment, I decide to whap a few names into the People Search facility on Facebook. Everyone's supposed to be using this now, right? I mean, that's why I eventually succumbed to the pressure - it felt like I was the last person alive that didn't have a Facebook account!
Anyway, I’m trying some names from my past; school friends, work colleagues, family...when one name in particular reaches the front of the queue, a girl I used to know called Darla. I typed her in, clicked the button, and suddenly there she was!

I sat for a minute looking at the screen in mild shock, not least because I hadn’t found any of my other attempts. I knew this girl a long time ago, and knew her very well because I was romantically involved with her mother. Long story short, Darla was 11 at the time and I was involved in, if not directly responsible for, her mother’s decision to divorce her husband of 17 years and move into her own home in a nearby town. Darla, being 11, went with her mum, while Tara, Darla’s older sister, stayed with her Dad. I, being 13 years younger than her mother but old enough to leave the family nest, soon moved in with Jane (Darla’s mum) and Darla, becoming the male component of a small family unit. There was even a dog (a beautiful boxer who I miss even now), and yes they even teased me by calling me ‘Dad’.
And I used to tease Darla right back by calling her my daughter.
When my relationship with Jane went through it’s final, horrific collapse I experienced the loss of more than just a woman I loved more than life itself but a deep and terrible grief for the loss of the ‘family’ too, crazy as that sounds. It took me many years to recover from the devastating emotional fallout, much longer than you would probably believe.
So yeah, there I was, looking at Darla, now a woman in her 20’s with a child of her own, so different from my memories but still with traces of the familiar, and feeling remnants of all those old emotions stirring within. I wasn’t able to click into her profile directly but I was able to look at her friends, where more surprises lay in wait...
There was her Dad (a guy I remember clearly being the world’s biggest prick), her aunt, her sister Tara...and two other names I found oddly familiar: Rhona and Kevin? Surely that can’t be...???
Their profiles were open to view and instantly I knew who they were. Rhona I met in high school long
before I even met Jane (there’s kind of a link there as Rhona and Jane were practically neighbours) and Kevin, her boyfriend at the time but now husband, helped get me my first job working in a clothes retail store: he was the assistant manager back then. But thing is, see, these were MY friends. Yes, Rhona might have met Jane around town on occasion but they never became friends – good friends - until I started dating Jane. But after all these years, they all still keep in touch on Facebook?
Suddenly it was no longer the 21st century, it was 1994 and a thousand emotions were broiling inside: all the fun times, and the bad times, the laughs and the betrayals, the pleasure and the pain...The only person missing was Jane herself, her mere absence enough to raise some troubling questions (and a fresh round of crystal-edged memories).
It bothered me more than I would have believed, that these people - a large chunk of my past I deliberately left behind for some very good reasons - were all still in touch with each other. It actually made me reconsider my choice to sever all ties with these people. (Well, not all of them: I was deeply hurt when Rhona seemed to take Jane’s side after our break-up and cheerfully ignored our own history together.) But look at them all...living their lives...I could have been a part of that. Couldn't I?
Ohmygod...What if I could I be part of their lives now?
Now that I’m on Facebook I could easily pop a wee ‘hello’ in their direction. And there is now the distinct possibility that they could conceivably find me. How on earth would I deal with that?
Am I ready to have these old wounds opened again? Or should bygones be bygones?








Unregistered user # Friday, August 1, 2008 2:47:38 PM
GrantTLC # Friday, August 1, 2008 3:32:46 PM
galadriel # Saturday, August 2, 2008 11:55:46 AM
Facebook creeps me out sometimes. I was at the bar last night when one guy goes 'hey, you're Kimberley or something....?' 'Yeah, how do you know....FACEBOOK?! Are you stalking me!!??' 'Well, we're friends on facebook....we met at a party' And the whole thing that if you do something, everyone can see that you havea new friend, or added a photo or blah blah.
Haha I'm going to see if I can find you on FB!?
galadriel # Saturday, August 2, 2008 11:57:37 AM
Unregistered user # Saturday, August 2, 2008 12:24:10 PM
GrantTLC # Saturday, August 2, 2008 1:17:53 PM
You found me, Kim? Hehehe. I know where you live.
galadriel # Sunday, August 3, 2008 3:15:59 AM
GrantTLC # Monday, August 4, 2008 6:37:28 AM
Unregistered user # Monday, August 4, 2008 12:38:23 PM
Unregistered user # Monday, August 4, 2008 12:40:37 PM
GrantTLC # Monday, August 4, 2008 12:48:04 PM
Originally posted by Jens:
OdessaGoldBug # Monday, August 4, 2008 12:48:41 PM
OdessaGoldBug # Monday, August 4, 2008 12:50:51 PM
Unregistered user # Monday, August 4, 2008 3:13:26 PM
Unregistered user # Monday, August 4, 2008 7:13:47 PM
GrantTLC # Monday, August 4, 2008 7:59:48 PM
Unregistered user # Monday, August 4, 2008 9:16:16 PM
Unregistered user # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 9:05:16 AM
GrantTLC # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 11:31:11 AM
GrantTLC # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 12:34:59 PM
Four months of it is more than enough. NO MORE.
(Maybe we should meet up soon for a pint and some food to generate some new topics of conversation!)
OdessaGoldBug # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 1:00:16 PM
Unregistered user # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 5:44:13 PM
GrantTLC # Tuesday, August 5, 2008 6:25:11 PM
galadriel # Wednesday, August 6, 2008 11:28:54 AM
Anon-Wait...you married the woman who is your wife, BEFORE you ever kissed her?!
GrantTLC # Wednesday, August 6, 2008 11:51:15 AM