I stood by your side on one of the worst nights of your life. I sobbed with you. I hugged you. I did whatever I possibly could. In the weeks that followed, I talked to you nightly. I traveled across the state to attend dinners with people I didn’t know. I walked with you through your pain. I tried to help you.
If I were ever in the same situation, would you do the same for me?
I can’t help but to think that you wouldn’t. You’ve hurt me more times than I can possibly count. You made me believe that I was only hurt because I was insecure and jealous. You made me feel like I was second to everyone else in your life - like I didn’t matter.
You’ve taken plans I’ve made and thrown them into the dust. You’ve dragged me along to events I don’t want to attend. You pushed me to be better, prettier - more like you. You’ve scoffed at my “style.” You’ve made me feel that my lack of plans for the future makes me inadequate.
Our conversations feel stiff and forced these days. I’m starting to wonder why I even bother anymore. You’ve pushed me too far, “best friend.”
I deserve to be listened to. I deserve to have someone who loves me unconditionally and supports me in whatever I chose to do. I deserve to have someone in my life who follows through with what they say. I deserve so much better than you.