You didn’t help me. You didn’t build me up. You caused me to be angry and stressed. You caused constant problems between myself and the people around me, and it just wasn’t worth it. Being friends with someone shouldn’t be a constant battle. I shouldn’t spend my life wondering when the next blow up will be and what it will be about.
The final blow up, I knew. I knew I couldn’t continue to allow myself to be sucked into this kind of relationship. Nothing about our friendship was beneficial. When things were good, they were only good for weeks at a time. The blow ups came so regularly that if there wasn’t one, I started wondering why not.
So now, here we are. Not speaking, blocked on all social media and by phones, and for once, I have peace.
I have peace in other relationships that you had affected. I don’t spend my days wondering if/when you’ll get mad or offended. I don’t worry about what you do or say anymore because I’m done allowing it to affect me.
Thank you for finally pushing me into letting you go. Thank you for every mean word and ugly remark. I now have a reason to not let myself go back to the way things were. When you see me now, I hope you remember that I gave you every chance to change. I tried every way I knew to make our friendship last.
I’m glad I’ve finally realized that cutting you off is best.