Now I'm Getting Depressed

And no, it's not the plumber! Actually it's my best friend. You see, while she has been acting more "normally" towards me since the Goosie incident, it's still apparent that there is a problem in our relationship. She has other friends that she is keeping a secret from me. No, I don't mind her having other friends. I would be a REALLY sick person if I minded that. What I do mind is that she has closed me off into a little corner of her life, and I'm not really part of her life anymore. Let me make this clear. I don't expect to run around with her and these friends. I understand that I am almost 52 now and she's about to turn 34. Her other friends (as one demonstrated a couple of years ago) wouldn't see me as any thing other then as an OLD person, whom they could have nothing in common with. That she can't even mention them in passing as in, "I went and saw 'Name of movie', with Joan Doe and it sucked!", bothers me a great deal.
Secondly, we had a conversation the other night where she informed me that she not going to let her friends change her plans, so she can be their shoulder to cry on. At first I didn't get what she mean. I was remembering a few years back when she was taking one of her student aids somewhere, on a trip that had been planned for THREE MONTHS, and because the student aid ask to have one of her friends along and that friend said she didn't want to go where they were going and suggested a trip to a mall instead, and BF fell over like a dead log and took them to the mall. . .!!! That's what I was remembering when I agreed that was a good plan.
Well it's not. People who only want to be with you for the good times and shun you during the bad are called good weather friends, and they ain't friends at all. I'm very disappointed with her. If she doesn't want to change her plans, and how many times has she had to do that, then she needs to get less stressed out friends. It's her choice to have these friends. Am I one of them?
When I remember all the times I have had the most inane conversations with her. Like one time when she was still going to USC, she called me up and actually cried because she had left the skim milk on the counter and now she couldn't have her condensed soup because of it. She sobbed thruout this conversation and I took it because I knew it wasn't actually the milk, it was her parents divorce. This is what friends do for each other, and that she doesn't want do it any more, really scares me.
She isdeciding to be shallow!