I do hope you’re okay. I think you’re safe, and happy, and I hope that lasts for you. I always have.
I wonder if you know that.
When I think of our past, it’s… not tainted exactly, but there is a shadow on it. Hurt is there, on both sides. Between me and myself, it made me not want to seek out close friendships, the whole ordeal.
You were wrong to blame me. But I was wrong not to stand my ground. I kicked him out, and it seemed like you were going to kill yourself. So I let him come back. I was young, and didn’t know what to do. I tried to get you both to break up with each other, and you got angry at me for it- but I was trying to protect you. I made that mistake with her too, trying to pull you away but in a way that made you defensive, dig in. Then you blamed me for not helping you, later, and yeah. How many times did you expect me to try? Do you think I don’t want to have been able to try more?
I was so close to making the final decision, and I guess whether I didn’t from strength or weakness doesn’t matter.
Loading comments...