You wrote on here, not too long ago, that you didn’t owe me or anyone else any of your time…you even expressed disbelief at the idea that you might have to txt or call your friends once in a while “to see if they are still alive.”
Yes, you do. That’s called being a friend. I don’t need any more casual acquaintances, and I’m not going to strive to win the lukewarm affections of a person who has already completely bailed on me once when they decided they felt like it. I’ve tried to reach out to you…I’ve apologized for whatever parts I played in our separation, I’ve tearfully asked to be friends with you again…and you can’t even talk to me over the phone to deny me, just another txt message. Is your cell glued to your face, or something? Have you lost the ability to interact with anyone face-to-face on a level that exists one nanometer outside of your comfort zone?
Yeah. You know, I hate it that our 8-year friendship died over a 6-month relationship, but you’re the one that let it happen. Everyone we know agrees with me. I’ve done my part, and if this is how things are truly going to end between us, so be it. I can guarantee, with absolutely certainty, that nobody was ever on your side, or cared for you, as much as I was / did. Not anymore…if you want that back, you’re going to have to earn it.