The beauty in my recent mental transformation is the realization that you are not a real friend.
You cut me off, take me for granted, and you only really communicate with me if you need to vent about your problems or you want something from me.
When I want to talk about my feelings or problems, you skim over them, tune me out, or say some trite bullshit to pacify me.
I realize that a solid friendship isn’t about the length of time two people have known one another. A solid friendship has give and take.
I was in denial about how you treated me over the years. Now that my blindfold is off, all I see is reality.
You’ve only been my “friend” when there was something in it for you. Or when you thought there would be something in it for you down the road.
I’m not angry or sad. The truth is, I’d be upset if I felt as though I was losing someone who actually gave a shit. But how can I “lose” you, if you were never really “there” in the first place?
I don’t want people like you in my life. You are a fair weather friend.