So Sunday night that is what I was told by someone who is now an ex-friend. I guess you could argue that anyone that would say that to you was never actually your friend but I digress. I think at the least this person was respectful enough, to be honest with me, right? Instead of just ghosting out of my life, this person was able to get in a good stabbing and let me know how much I suck.
I am vacillating between wanting to be mad and wanting to be sad. This person is absolutely right about me. For their life at this moment, my bad outweighs my good. That isn't necessarily a comment on me as a person in general; really it is about their own life and needs. I can't really be a good friend if I demand someone put my want of their friendship above their own needs. And still I was told that I suck and that hurts. I'm sad because I did want this person in my life. I thought we had a good friendly relationship.
All of that being said, this person had a long list of faults too. Did I make them a list as they were leaving? Nope. I wished them luck. I help open the door and smiled as they left. Maybe the problem was this person wanted me to beg. Bargain with them to stay. Maybe I should have. I've had other people ask me why I don't fight to keep people in my life. Maybe I'm afraid I would fail and end up looking like more of an ass. Maybe it is that every time I have tried that the friendship ended worse than if I had just let them leave when they wanted.
I could go and beg this person to be in my life. On Monday, I got word that I was being asked to be interviewed for the Hollins alumna magazine. This is a massive honor for me. Hollins has some really amazing alumni and being included in the magazine is amazing. After I told DH, I wanted to text this person and let them know. I almost did anyway but then I remember they don't love me anymore. They don't want to hear from me. I'm a horrible addition to their life. It hurt.
I admit all of these feelings are not only about this one person. Most of it goes back to 2 previous relationships that to this day I mourn. It is those breakups that set me up for this one. Instead of letting this person in completely and accepting what this person could give, I made them pay for not being what I needed. This person would pull away and I would give space and then return and I would make them pay for their absence by being mean. It was a nasty pattern that I couldn't see until it was over. Now it's over. I broke my own heart by not really being open. What to do next? Unclear but then life is a work in progress so let's see . . .