I sat across from her, trembling and crying. She told me how I had hurt her and why she had pulled back. She told me things that were true, and I understood how hurt she must have been. She told me that she vividly remembered one time when I came over to her house and I cried and sat on her bed telling her my hurt. She said she’d never felt closer to me than she felt that day. But the rest of the time it was exhausting to be in a friendship where she was the only needy one.
This is so weird. I hate this kind of thing!! Freakin hate it! I don’t want to do this with people at all; once in a while I have to go through this with a kid or my husband and I *HATE* it! I literally have a goal to never go through this with a friend ever again for the rest of my life. If you’re not a good friend to me? Au revoir. If you’re going to tell me all the ways I’m not the kind of friend you want me to be, au revoir. I’ve been there, experienced it, and want nothing to do with it again as long as I live.
