Yesterday I wrote about my former husband, and about how sad I was, and still am, that we could never seem to be friends. If I have learned anything at all in this life, please God, it’s how hard friendship is. And how priceless. David Whyte says it best, of course, in his poem on the subject: “The ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the self, nor of the other. The ultimate touchstone of friendship is witness.”

My former husband would often admonish me for being so hard on him, for holding him to such high standards, and implore me to simply “accept me as I am.” He could never understand why that was difficult, and quite frankly, neither could I. Neither could I. It’s lonely at the top.

I understand it a lot more in retrospect. And I now believe that my standards were not too high, but in fact, too low. That if I had been emotionally intelligent, more mature, more self aware – healthier – I would never have entered into a marriage with someone that I was not, in fact, friends with. I no longer think marriage is necessarily hard. But friendship certainly is.

There wasn’t anything wrong or bad about either of us; we were just too different. We had different values. We wanted different things from life. And that has also proven true in many of my friendships, once we really got to know each other. There are few friends still around these days, but how precious they are to me.

One of the hardest qualities to come to terms with in both myself and others is an unwavering commitment to personal growth. I want someone to call me on my shit. Not because they aren’t getting their way, but because they recognize that I am making unhealthy compromises. Tell me when I’m making decisions based on need rather than strength. Help me become more self aware, and then when I know better, help me to do better. Lead me back to the high road whenever possible. Remind me of who I am.

“The point of a marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust.” – Rainer Maria Rilke