A few years ago, the company that I’d worked for for the previous 6 years decided to pare down its local office prior to closing it down completely a year or so later. At least half the office, myself included, was laid off. Very few people that I worked with have chosen to keep in touch with me. Can’t say I’ve made much of an attempt myself so I guess we can consider it a mutual avoidance.
Did I not mention before that you find terrible things on Facebook? Someone has apparently started a Facebook group for former employees of the company. And it appears they’ve been having regular (or semi-regular) get-togethers over the years. I still live at the same place, same phone number as I did way back then. Yet no one has even apparently considered inviting me. Strangely enough, I’m torn between pique that I’ve been overlooked and gratitude that I’ve been overlooked — I don’t really want to see anyone and I certainly don’t want to relive the glory days, but you want to feel loved. You know?
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 