Missing a friend

My ex didn't value me as a romantic partner…not in the way I deserved or wanted to be valued.

 

I thought we were lifelong friends, however.  I thought she was my best friend.

 

Whew.  All it took was some chick in Quebec saying "you're cute" and the whole thing came down.  And then instead of friendship I got what all the leftovers get—you're too angry, you're too drunk, I won't respond to you ever again, good riddance.

 

Ouch.  Some best friend I chose for my life.  Thirty years of putting her first—and then the nuclear option she used on so many others.

 

My best friend was one sick puppy!  A gaslight gal. 

 

David Foster, Chair
BVR 
M: 917-741-3853
www.bvresources.com

 

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