I went to a party and one of my friends told me that my best friend (the one who I was thinking about dating, then bailed on) had nice things to say about me.
This surprised me but I was happy about it because if I could be a total bitch to him and still have him want me- he must care a lot.
That is what he told me.
So I texted him that night.
I told him that our friend said he had nice things to say about me and thank you.
I then took a shower and when I got out I had a couple missed texts from my best friend.
He was freaking out.
He told me that he will be completely honest with me- he was upset and said things he didn't mean.
He called me psycho.
My face dropped.
Are you kidding me?? Calling ME psycho? This had to be a joke.
My best friend out of ALL people.
He knows everything about me. Literally everything.
He knows all of my secrets and all of my past and he has always been there for me.
He knows I am emotionally and mentally messed up. He knows that. I know he knows that.
That's okay that he knows that because he loves me in spite of it. Or so I thought.
He completely betrayed my trust.
I was contemplating giving it another go- trying our relationship again because if it was going to work with anyone it would be him.
But THAT TEXT. That was the last straw.
I hate saying this, really I do, but I do not consider him as good of a friend as I thought he was.
He knows I'm messed up but he shouldn't be telling one of our friends that.
Even when I was venting to my friends about the situation and they were sympathizing with me I told them not to- I told them to be on HIS side because he did nothing wrong, I was the crazy one.
Even then. In the privacy of my friend's trust. I did not say one bad thing about him.
That's all I have to say.
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