This damn question.
I hated this one three years ago, and I reached a bit, writing about the woman who asked my grandmother who I was at my grandfather's funeral, then insisted that I couldn't have been related to the rest of them because I looked so different.
Black sheep, I am. Literally.
Seriously, that complete stranger did a number on my self confidence.
Day 8 ~ Someone who has made your life hell or treated you like shit
Oh, now...you see...there is a list.
There was a list back then and other people I could have written about, but chose to travel back in time to that church after the funeral. I answered honestly because that one conversation really did mess me up in more than a few ways for a very long time.
This time, though....damn.
I could go so many ways with it.
I guess I will talk about that former friend that I already wrote about a little bit, about how I need to forgive her.
She doesn't deserve it, for sure...not after what she did.
When you've been there for someone in ways that no one else has, when you have been the shoulder they cried on, when you've been the shelter they hid under, when you've been the one who encouraged and pushed them towards the dream they wanted to pursue even when no one else supported them...you would think that they would feel something, anything for you.
You would think.
I did think.
Turns out that I was wrong.
I couldn't have been more wrong about her if I tried.
But then, you never think that someone you considered a best friend could be capable of hurting you like this.
Everything I ever did for her, all the phone calls and the messaging and the times spent together. All the help and the love and the support that I gave her meant nothing.
Or it did, but it didn't mean enough.
Pure selfishness drove her to hurt me. Repeatedly.
She was willing to step on me, to betray me, to use me, to lie to me. She wasn't just willing, she did all of those things and more. Then did them again.
Then pretended to apologize, all while continuing to do them.
With friends like her, I don't need enemies.
I forgive her, but I will never ever have anything to do with her again.
Don't let the door hit ya.
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