So all this time I thought you were my friend.
Now I know you were really just showing off to a faceless, soulless name on a screen.
Just that you forgot that on the other side of that screen was a real person - flesh, blood and a beating heart. Even worse - you actually knew me. I wasn’t someone you met on social media - we were just using it to stay in touch ... or so I thought.
But, hey, you don’t even remember who I am, do ya?
Now I know that you were actually just putting on a social media mask - which you now claim to despise - to make you look good ... to yourself? ... sure not to me, because:
Now I know you never saw me as a person - much less as a friend. I was just a “distraction” from your “real life” (whatever you mean by that).
Just that you were real to me. You were kind of a big deal to me. When you told me about your goals and projects, your values, your wife and kids, I took those words as inspiration. When I thought you were hurting, I wanted to help, and listened to your complaints. When several times you promised we’d all get together, I believed you. Why shouldn’t I? And I looked forward to those days. And I believed you cared to know about my crazy life, my husband’s ideals, my babies’ stories.
It isn’t personal, you said. Well, see: Quitting a job isn’t personal. Not talking to a stranger isn’t personal.
However, telling someone who trusted when you said “we’re friends” that such friendship never existed... that, my dear, is far from “not personal”.
Questioning what my “intentions” are is pretty darn personal.
Turning a friendship that should have extended to our kids and spouses into “a married woman pursuing another woman’s man” is very much personal ... and cruel.
You once told me you’re usually the one getting hurt by others. Well, when I told you I was hurting, you pushed me away and did not want to talk to me. So congratulations! This time it’s you who got someone hurt. Hope you’re proud of yourself.