I was bound to happen, I guess.
I won’t go into some lame rant about “man, I was in love with this chick, and the bitch broke my heart.” No one wants to hear about that, and it’s not even really the issue. Despite whatever unreturned feelings I had, the real problem is a person who, to my face, claims to be my friend in between extended periods of virtually no contact. A person who makes promises but routinely breaks them. A person who tells me what I want to hear to keep me on her good side. A person who’s my friend when it’s convenient for her.
I haven’t really had to think about this in a long time, about seven years actually. Now, part of me is saying “dude, this is high school shit. Who cares?” Even reading the previous paragraph, I’m embarrassed by my use of the present tense for shit that happened years ago. But seeing pictures of her, being contacted by her, being forced out of my blissful ignorance of her continued existence, has stirred up a maelstrom of emotions, none of them pleasant, that I’ve ignored and refused to deal with.
I know the mature, adult thing to do is to let bygones be bygones, but I’m now less confident than ever that I’m capable of moving on.