I've mentioned before that I have been terribly hurt by several people over the years who claimed to be my “friends”. I took what they dished out and constantly made excuses for them. As I got older I realized that being treated this way was not okay and started looking out for number one. I'm not sure if I was meant to learn life lessons from these people or if I just have remarkably poor judgement. Regardless, no-one should have to go through what I have. It shatters ones ability to trust and has a profound effect on interpersonal relationships.
When a friendship ends, I am not one to trash the other person to anyone and everyone within earshot. I prefer to take the high road and be the bigger person, even though I am getting slammed and slandered at every turn. Well, now it's MY turn. Time for ME to do some (anonymous) trashing.
Some of you may think I am dwelling on things (I'm not). Some may think I still care (in most cases I don't) and this may seem downright catty to some of you. But, in my eyes, I simply deserve to finally say (albeit in a very abbreviated manner) what I have been holding inside for what seems like forever. I shall call this, "purge therapy".
Dear # 1: You look like a Rainbow Brite hooker. I have never met a person as unforgiving as you. Your lack of compassion is astonishing. I can't wait until you learn your lessons the hard way. And, my dear, you will.
Dear #2: You are a backstabber and a compulsive liar. Oh and seeing as I have no reason or desire to defend you anymore...you are a “bug-eyed bitch” (thanks for the quote TG).
Dear #3: You are mean, untrustworthy and bossy. You have been from day ONE. And you know what? You could suck wieners through the giant spaces in your teeth. Call a fucking dentist.
Dear #4: You are the most jealous, ungrateful and cheap person I have ever known. I'm sure you still have it written down that I borrowed 50 cents at the bar in 1993. And FYI...Alberta is a province NOT a city, tinfoil CAN go in the oven and Good FRIDAY was NOT on a Monday last year. Fucking idiot.
Dear #5: You are the definition of a fair-weather “friend”. And seriously, do something with that fucking hair. It looks like a Brillo pad.
“The friendship that can cease has never been real.”--Saint Jerome (374 AD – 419 AD)
- Some people really DO love me,
- Stacey xo
