I guess I always want to see the good in other people. I want to believe that they like me, they want the best for me, and that they care about me the way I care about them. To paraphrase something I posted on my Facebook page the other day, I have high expectations of my friendships because I would do that much and more for my friends.
It stings. I had suspicions for quite a while that Friend wasn't always truthful. And even when I confronted Friend, I was met with excuse after excuse, lie after lie.
I don't let people into my life easily. And this friend was someone I implicitly trusted and allowed into my life with no holds barred. Now, I'm left wondering if I am a fool or if Friend is just a psychopathic liar. Or both.
We haven't spoken in a while. Friend and I have been on again, off again for several years. Every time Friend has asked for forgiveness, I have given it.
I'm an idiot, I guess.
I know that Friend occasionally reads my blog. And if you do, Friend, I have this to say to you...
I gave you so many chances. Every time you got angry and disappeared, you would come back and I would forgive. And now, I find out that you lied about something really important that was totally unnecessary to lie about. And you continued to lie and twist things until I don't think you even remembered what the reality of the situation was.
I often wondered why you had so few close friends. Real friends. It's a shame, because I think deep down inside you're a great person. I just think you are so subconsciously desperate to have people think you're so great that you manipulate and twist the truth into your own distorted reality, no matter what the cost is to everyone around you.
I have given you chance after chance. No more. I am done.