Some would argue that I am. I relentlessly ripped apart an old friend and took it upon myself to get out of a situation that would hurt me in the end. Finally I got to be the one to do the leaving. Bitchy? Possibly. Probably.
But I've been thinking. I don't care whether I was a bitch or not. Things had to be said. Things had to be done. When I'm so angry about something for so long....it needs to be discussed. And I'm tired of giving mercy where it isn't due. I wasn't very nice. But what other option did I have? Was there even a chance that I'd be able to salvage something? And even if there was...would it be worth it?
I may end up losing someone I considered to be a great friend. But I'm also getting rid of the bullshit that came along with that [toxic] dynamic. And finally, FINALLY it's on my terms instead of his.
I'll be the first to admit that every action I take regarding this circumstance is purely self-serving. I'll also admit that it feels good sometimes. To know that I'm doing everything I can to keep ME safe. To be "coldly analytical."
Oh darling..you're a million ways to be cruel.
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