My attempt to progress my friendship with an old friend finally, much to my chagrin and the relief of the people around me, foundered upon the rocks. She seemed to be overtly upset by my, divorcing me, wife phoning her and quizing her about what had gone on. A touch sensitive perharps on her behalf or rampant self will on mine. I fancy the latter is true. A pity as I was fairly attached to her (in the way that I am ever attached).
I wish her well, and also my wife, though at the time, I did not. A case of "A story of the death of a relationship (putative) foretold"