Maybe Someday....
Me - “Look, it’s so obvious what’s going on.”
Her - “What do you mean?”
“Just come out and say that you don’t feel the same.”
“Of course things are going to be different. You can’t try and jump out of my car on a freeway and expect...”
“Then fucking SAY it. SAY you love me less. Say you hate me for ruining your Thanksgiving. Say I’m not worth the trouble, that you’re better than me, that I’m too emotional, too fucked up, an addict, a loser, I’m too much work but don’t keep trying to keep up this act in your head that your heart can’t follow.”
“I am upset by what happened but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”
“Right. The last 10 times we’ve talked, I’ve contacted you. But this really isn’t about how you feel about me anyway. You’ve never loved me because you still, to this day, don’t really know me. You often say you don’t know what to do or say when my chips are down. You’ve only loved what I could do for you. How I’m such a great friend, confidant and listener. How, if it weren’t for me, you have no idea how you would have gotten through the shit you’ve endured this last year. I gave you everything I had to give but what did I get back? The “privilege” of being your friend? That I was “worthy” enough? Name one way I’ve benefited from your friendship.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And it’s about time.”
“So what, you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”
“Yes. But more importantly; I don’t want you as one of mine.”
OR (the more direct approach that would show balls and serve me well)
“I’m terminating this friendship and that’s all there is to it.”
(at which point I would coolly walk away knowing that I should stop ignoring what I feel in my gut)
Her - “What do you mean?”
“Just come out and say that you don’t feel the same.”
“Of course things are going to be different. You can’t try and jump out of my car on a freeway and expect...”
“Then fucking SAY it. SAY you love me less. Say you hate me for ruining your Thanksgiving. Say I’m not worth the trouble, that you’re better than me, that I’m too emotional, too fucked up, an addict, a loser, I’m too much work but don’t keep trying to keep up this act in your head that your heart can’t follow.”
“I am upset by what happened but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”
“Right. The last 10 times we’ve talked, I’ve contacted you. But this really isn’t about how you feel about me anyway. You’ve never loved me because you still, to this day, don’t really know me. You often say you don’t know what to do or say when my chips are down. You’ve only loved what I could do for you. How I’m such a great friend, confidant and listener. How, if it weren’t for me, you have no idea how you would have gotten through the shit you’ve endured this last year. I gave you everything I had to give but what did I get back? The “privilege” of being your friend? That I was “worthy” enough? Name one way I’ve benefited from your friendship.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“And it’s about time.”
“So what, you don’t want to be my friend anymore?”
“Yes. But more importantly; I don’t want you as one of mine.”
OR (the more direct approach that would show balls and serve me well)
“I’m terminating this friendship and that’s all there is to it.”
(at which point I would coolly walk away knowing that I should stop ignoring what I feel in my gut)