It’s kinda ironic, isn’t it? How you can call someone your best friend for so many years and the next thing you know, they’re your worst enemy. Instead of remembering you as my other half, I now just think of you as the best friend who broke my heart. I’ll never understand how someone can treat another person so cruelly. You constantly put me down and hurt my feelings. If I was wearing something you didn’t like, you’d let me know. The worst thing was, you always blamed me. Everything was my fault, and you almost convinced me that I was the bad friend, and that I was the problem. It took me many years to see it, but I’ve finally realized I’m not the issue, you are.
All of the hurtful things you’ve said about me, behind my back and over text message. Would you have said all of those cruel things to my face? I don’t think so, and I don’t care to know. Every bad word you spoke about me to other people, I’m aware of. And I’m thankful for each person who told me, because I never saw your true colors until then. You became a whole different person this past year, you turned into a girl I would never have become friends with. Fight after fight, I thought it would be the last. But it never was, and I got tired.
I’m not saying I was a perfect friend either, actually I was probably far from it. I made mistakes, and I said things I shouldn’t have. But you and I, were different. Because I would never go out of my way to exclude you from hanging out with our other friends. I would never talk bad about you behind your back when you were sitting in the room next door. Are you that miserable with your own life that you feel the need to talk about mine? That’s what my mother always told me. I would never talk bad about you to guys that you talked to, what kind of friend does that? And if they talked bad about you, I’d stick up for you. I would never body shame you or tell you a part of your body is “chunky”. Best friends don’t do that.
Best friends are supposed to be there for one another, so why were you never there for me? It seemed like whenever I needed to talk to you about something, you just turned the story around and made it about yourself. I heard so much about guys in your life, your family, and girls you hate. But it seemed as if whenever I needed you to just listen to my problems, you felt the need to just talk about yourself. I guess I didn’t matter.
You’ve changed, you’re a whole new person. And I hate the person that you’ve become. I now know how it feels to feel betrayed, because of you. But I thank you, for allowing you to show your true colors, and for showing me exactly the type of friend I never want to have. I’m blessed to have other best friends, who would never treat me the way you have. As for you, after all these years I’m happy to say that I’m done trying to be your friend. I’m done trying to act like everything between us is okay, because it never was. I’m moving on with my life, and I can only hope you do the same.
