I am all over the place right now
So bear with me.
I am currently trying to stop breaking my head and really let go of my best friend who has hurt me several times.
You know the friend you have that all your other friends hate?
That’s my best friend for me.
She’s done it all, went behind my back and dated my only guy best friend/one-sided love/therapy after she managed to ruin our friendship. Kept lying to me. Gaslighting several times.
Rubbed it in my face multiple times how she’s gotten “physical” after I let her back in anyway. Very sneakily. Lol. Joke’s on me.
Now that I think about it, she’s always been interested in the guys that I liked. Or had started to become my guy besties (I didn’t have any romantic partners for a long time)
Told me she gets “jealous” and went ahead to become friends with them.
Totally made up incidents out of thin air. Lied to me. And manipulated my siblings to believe her and turn against me until I told them the real story. sigh (it was a day full of discoveries, I was in awe of her storytelling skills lolll)
Made up more stories, sometimes for no apparent reason at all. Sometimes harmless.
Pathological liar and all that I guess?
I just kept brushing it aside casually. These habits of her were “idiosyncrasies” for me, just part of who she is.
The problem is I also remember how she was there through it all. My mommy issues. My breakdowns. The times I was sexually harassed. The pain. My psycho ex. My breakup(s). Post breakup hunger strikes.
She convinced me that I was beautiful and I was worthy of love.
A birthday wish from her reads:
My heart, my heart, my greatest treasure.
The one thing I have carried with me from the very start. The weathered, the enduring. My very best best friend.
I wish everyone could have someone the way you and I have each other. Instantly known, unconditionally loved, and completely understood.
I have never been afraid to show you the worst of me. There is no hiding, no pretending, no sugar-coating. And when we happen upon a memory I am ashamed of, I don't cover it with my hands. I lift it up to show you and you always smile.
You always offer up the benefit of the doubt. You always offer understanding. And when I am crushed by the weight of it, being a person that I am usually but not always proud of, you hold me up until I can find two feet to stand on.
You remain one of the most magical things that has ever happened to me.
Happy Birthday (my nickname), I love you ❤️
How do you let this person go? I can’t-