you are so selfish. the last times i saw you, after we had broken up… correct that, after you broke up with me… you were MEAN to me. i am sure you would deny it is intentional, but you know what? its fucked up. you’re fucked up. why do you feel the need to hurt me? is it because i am no longer an emotional wreck at losing you? its been nearly a year.
you contact me. you ask why you havent heard from me. why do i not just tell you the truth – that you make me feel bad when i see you. your anger that we’re no longer together spills over into resentment and anger and you treat me badly and thats not fun for me. i would still like to be friends with you i tell you, and i would like to hang out… and this is the truth. (i leave out the stuff about how badly you hurt me). AND THEN, you have the audacity to follow up your question with the statement that you are emotionally unable to handle meeting with me and doing things with me because youre not over me so you think it would be best if we didnt talk or communicate in any way.
REALLY. You fucking have to intrude into my life when we haven’t talked in a month, to make me feel shitty again and tell me that. I guess that means i’m going to start turning down invites for things youre going to because youre too much of a child to fucking deal with your emotions.
and what do i say to you? i say, thats fine. tell me when you’re ready because i want to be your friend. i do want to be your friend. but you know what, friends dont treat each other like this. you are being an asshole. and i don’t know if i have any more forgiveness for you. i am not a doormat and i am fucking through with you.