In January, I ended a friendship with a woman I had been friends with for seven years. Although I know it was absolutely the best thing to do at the time, now that spring has sprung and the likelihood that I will see her often has increased (this woman, Jan, lives in my community and her children attend the same school as my own), our situation becomes considerably more awkward and uncomfortable. 
 
Jan and I first met when we were neighbours. It was instant friendship. Our children played together and our husbands also became friends. As time continued, her friendship became a bit too controlling. As soon as we got home, the phone would ring. When we had company, she and her family would show up. It became more than a bit daunting. Finally, 4 years ago, we moved and I hoped that the move would salvage our friendship. We remained in the community, but Jan and I were no longer immediate neighbours. 
 
Over the years Jan has revealed herself to be very needy. Whatever it was she needed became an immediate yearning. Instantly, I would seek to help her. Be it watching her children, having them stay overnight, helping her fix her failing marriage, writing emails and resumes for she and her husband, I was always there - ready to help. I now realize this wasn't a good thing. In turn, whenever I asked for anything, there was always a reason she couldn't help. Either she forgot, was busy or just didn't get around to it. Over time, I stopped asking for help. The thing is, she would volunteer to do something for me which I knew wouldn't get done and then she'd let me down. This became a repeated pattern - where the urgency of her needs almost defined our friendship. I suppose I never truly gave it much thought. 
 
Finally, just before Christmas, she let me down in a matter concerning my ailing father that I couldn't forgive or forget. Looking back, it was no worse than the myriad of other times that she had disappointed me, but to me, then, it was the proverbial straw. In a phone conversation in January, I ended the friendship. Far from elegantly (a dam of sorts had burst, I suppose), I unleashed all my vitriol. She, a normally very assertive individual, let me rant and openly admitted that I had never let her down while she had let me down several times. Her entire manner was quite subdued. 
 
Since then, I've seen her just twice. Once when she was in the office at my children's school and the other day when she drove her children to school. In our last conversation, I had told her I didn't want us to act as though we didn't know each other when we saw each other, but everytime she pretends not to see me. Her husband deliberately turns his head. And I'm frustrated. I guess I feel like I should be the petulant one. 
 
Good sense tells me that the loss of her friendship falls under the category of "good riddance", but I must admit, I'm hurt. I hoped that over time, we could at least be civil to one another (after all, all of our neighbours know we're friends), but it appears that that's not to be. I could call her, yet each and every time there's been a disagreement, I've had to be the one to wave the symbolic white flag and initiate the talk. This time, I'm not willing to do that. 
 
Typing this has been good, but I'd like some feedback. I don't think I was wrong, but I hate this obvious "fighting". It seems beneath all of us. I know I can't control her behaviour, but it's irritating all the same. 
 
Anyone have some words of wisdom to throw my way? I could really use them...