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Well, today, my friend decided that she was sick of me. She decided that she was done helping me, done talking to me. I dated her for 3 years, and we just broke up over the summer, mutual solution to problems that we were having. We were fighting too much, getting into arguements a lot and it just wasn't healthy for either of us.
I was the listener in the relationship. I was never the one to speak, because whenever I spoke, she would always find something to poke fun at about the way that I spoke, or the thing that I spoke about. She hated my family, and always spoke badly of them. She was afraid of my dog, even though hers is more vicious than mine would ever be. She always had to be right. She always had to be in charge. And I put up with all of this because I thought that maybe if I kept dealing with it, and not letting it affect me, she would stop. She would get tired of having no retaliation. And I knew that the problem stemmed from the environment she was being raised in. So I stuck with her, for 3 whole years.
And today, months after we'd broken up officially, though we'd technically been apart for at least several months, my orchestra director decided to walk in and mention something about the possibility that I was dating a student from the other school that he works with. And so my friend got upset, and threw her lunch tray at me, getting fruit juice on me. And then when I finally got to eat later, she started questioning me about the guy I'm sort-of-kind-of-not-really dating. And she asked while I was chewing. So being polite, I wasn't talking but I was gesturing for her to hold on, and she snapped at me and got ticked off and said she didn't want to talk to me. And so I left the area to go calm myself down.
I later texted her, apologizing for what not telling her, for not letting her know that I might possibly be dating someone, but I didn't want to tell her until it was official. I hadn't even told my parents yet, hadn't told anyone. And we got into an arguement via text and now she never wants to speak to me again. She deleted my number from her phone. And now she's sitting back three rows on the right side of the classroom, laughing with her friends, happy as can be. I really meant nothing to her? I really meant so little? I don't know what to do. I mean, it's probably a good thing for me that we won't be talking anymore, because now I'll be able to do things I wasn't able to do before. But I mean...she was the only IRL friend that I had. The only person I could talk to. I'm miserable, and I've never been so...confused. I just don't know what to do....
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"The Proper Office of a Friend is to side with you when you are in the Wrong; nearly anybody will side with you when you are in the Right." -Mark Twain
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