Friends With The Father

Way back in March, I shared a tale with you about how I had chosen The Father over The Friend, and the damage it caused to a long and valued friendship. The long awaited "end of the story" has at last arrived!

Joe and I didn't see much of each other after that. There was no real hostility between us, but there was this thing now. I wounded him badly, and the wound had formed scar tissue, insulating the two of us from each other.

The other night, Joe visited me and uttered a magic incantation:

"John, you hurt me. When I think back on it, I can see that you spoke because you thought it the right thing to do. You weren't doing it to gain an advantage or to injure me. I understand that. I forgive you. This is between us no more."

The spell worked, and we spent the rest of the night happily discussing gnosticism in a thick cloud of Oregon's Best Bud to celebrate.

I love happy endings.