Decision time

A place where I spend a lot of time with close friends has recently become a horrid place to be. I no longer want to go there though some very good people still visit. I wish I could enjoy their company elsewhere. It is so, so sad.

The rot started with the death of one of us, not sudden but expected, and the victim's considered choice, though neverthless still hard on the group. There are some who will never get over it, the anger is as sharp now as it was three months ago. There are those who still yearn for what was and those who don't understand at all. There are those who try to understand and move on and rejoice in a life well lived. But still there is a huge gap, a void created by this passing.

Lately the gap is not so evident but others seek to fill some of those spaces. There is discord and darkness where once was harmony and light. Secrets are shared and spread. Fights have broken out, some characters have left completely after weeks of hiding, we know they were peeping, the evidence was there to be seen. I wonder if they have enjoyed all this strife.

I am sick of backbiting and sniping and cat calls. I am sick of power struggles and complaints and moans. Above all I am sick.

I may return there. I may not.