So after my whirlwind trip to New York last week, I’m back to blogging for this episode.
Let’s start with the tea party. The tea parties I threw as a child involved teacups and scones. This tea party felt more like the one they threw in Boston a couple of hundred years ago. Friendships seemed to shift in an instant.
I think most of us were frustrated because, as Taylor’s friends, we were concerned for her. We’d heard things about her marriage from her, and we had expressed concern, offered help, and been there to just hear her out. Yet at the same time we were often expected to turn a blind eye to all that we were being told in social situations. As a friend, that’s a nearly impossible thing to do. When you care, you can’t just turn it on and off.
I think Camille was just tired of the façade, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. I can’t say that I blame her. After I left that day I spent a lot of time debating how to best move forward with Taylor and I came to the conclusion that Taylor’s domestic situation was something best to be navigated by professionals. I had earlier recommended someone for Taylor to talk to and I knew that she was talking to them, and to me that was the most responsible thing I could do and a step in the right direction for her.