Lately, chatting with friends, the subject of friendship has come up a lot. More specifically how friendships change as you get older and you, or your friend, move jobs, cities, or countries; your friends have children and/or you have children, and how awful it feels when you realise you’ve been dumped by a friend.

I don’t have children but many of my friends do and my experience has been that nothing has really changed in our friendships when my friends have become mothers except that maybe now we stay in and catch up, as opposed to going out. In fact I’ve been lucky that since moving away from a 9 to 5 life several of my friends have been on maternity leave, freeing them up for relaxed lunches with the new addition to their family in tow, and consequently, in some instances, I’ve seen them more often than I did before. I love seeing my friends becoming brilliant mums, stepping up to all the various challenges that motherhood brings with intelligence and humour, as well as getting to know their little ones, of course, some of whom are not so little now.

I spent the second bank holiday weekend in May in Norfolk on a yoga retreat with my oldest friend. That’s oldest as in amount of years we’ve known each other, nothing to do with her age. The weekend was in lieu of birthday presents to each other for the milestone birthday we celebrated recently. We shared a twin room and wondered if maybe that’s how things will end up, with us in some kind of shared living situation, much more fun than some sort of home, we reckoned.

Other retreat goers [retreaters?] were surprised to hear that our friendship, which started in the first year of primary school in West Yorkshire, has lasted through one of us leaving school aged ten to live abroad for a year (me), both of us going to different universities, after which I headed to London to work and she spent a couple of years travelling and working abroad before moving to London too. After both living in the same city for a little while (albeit at different sides of it) she had her first daughter, then moved to the midlands, where she had her second daughter and has lived ever since.

Although we’re not in each other lives as much as we used to be (we sat next to each other every day in school, spent at least an hour on the phone every evening and were in lots of the same afterschool clubs and teams too) we’re still close. When I want to escape the city, I’ll go and stay with her for a catch up and some country air, and last summer her entire family managed to stay in my teen London flat. It was a squeeze but lots of fun (and the first time my mattresses had been turned into slides). We’re making a weekend away together an annual thing.

I’m proud to have lots of friendships that have lasted over a long period of time so I was pretty surprised when I realised that someone I’d been close to for a couple of years had effectively written me out of her life. Although it didn’t hit me as hard as a relationship break up in that visceral feels-like-you’ve-been-punched-in-the-stomach kind of way, mostly because there was no communication to say things were over – it was more a slow realisation over time – it hit me hard emotionally and made me question things about myself and our friendship. Because if someone who’d spent (a fairly significant amount of) time with me no longer wanted me in their life I’d not measured up (at least in her eyes) as a friend and perhaps she found me annoying, or boring, or… I could go on listing character traits all the way through the alphabet and still be none the wiser. I’ve considered dropping her a note, not to ask what went wrong, more to say I hope all is well with her but then I think maybe I should just let it go, remember the good times we shared and move on (it’s sounding more and more like a relationship break up, isn’t it?).

The friends I’ve made as an adult have been mostly through work, people who’ve been on my immediate team and people who worked for other companies who I met when we worked on projects together. Working in the wedding industry was brilliant for making friends. It is, as I’m sure you can imagine, a very sociable industry and people are (mostly) very friendly. Sometimes I’ve been surprised by the people who staying in my life after I (or they) have left a job. The people you thought were surefire we’ll-be-in-each-other’s-lives-forever kind of friends have slowly faded from my life and other people have unexpectedly become closer.

On the same yoga weekend that I spend with my oldest friend, in a full circle kind of way, I made a new friend. At least I think I did. It’s early days. We both love yoga (obviously) and are fans of east London where we both live, which is a good start. This past Saturday, a week after the retreat, we met up for a yoga class and then went for brunch during which I think possibly we slipped in a time vortex because two and a half hours later we were still talking and it felt as if we’d been there for ten minutes, just like old friends getting together for the first time in months. Imagine any number of happy emojis here.

What’s your friendship history? Have you found that your friendships have changed as you or your friends have had children, left the job you met at or moved away? How do you maintain your friendships? Ever been ‘let go’ by a friend? Do share below. And if you want to read more on the friendship theme do check out Rock My Wedding editor Fern’s lovely post about making friends as an adult here.