suspicions can eat you alive, but finding out they are true is always worse.
chalk up yet another ‘poof’ of someone disappearing when it got down to ‘be the kind of friend you want to have’.
thanks for the true colors, mate, even if too late for more than bitter validation.
you know the worst part? even when i was screaming at the top of my lungs with anger about it, i was always hoping i’d be proved wrong.
wish you could have managed it, but i’m no longer surprised. you shut me out a long time ago…. silly me, i never was very good at taking the hint. but hey, can’t miss a hint like lock down.
i’m not sorry for it, being willing to hope. not even when things like this happen.
i’ll miss feeling like i could believe in you, but i’ll not miss the feeling of being forever on the bottom of the priority list.
funny, i remember when you told me i was right there – parents, wife, son, brother, and me. ‘on the hand’, you said.
some lies hurt worse than others.
this too shall pass.