So I had asked him to read this post a few days before the conversation we had about not speaking to him again in an attempt to maybe make him realize what all of this is doing to me. I guess an attempt to fix our friendship. He didn't read it until either yesterday night or this morning before he had to go to work. He messaged me to let me know he read it. I'm putting this on here, so you guys will realize he's not a horrible person. I still feel like we don't need to be friends, but I could never hate him.
him: i read your post
me: thank you
him: you're welcome. They're right. Best to cut a cancer like me from your life. I wont beg you to stay my friend anymore.
me: just to be clear, I wasn't saying they were right about the way you are. Some of them, yes. Just that sometimes it comes off that way...even the harsh ones.
him: i threw up. Didn't realize how much I'd hurt you. I'm sorry. I'm gone.
me: I think you're selfish and immature, but not a monster like some of them think.
him: I am and I'll leave you be. You need to be happy. If you feel you need to spill all of my secrets and shortcomings like you said...that's your choice.
me: No I don't want to hurt you. I'll find a way to be strong enough without that.
him: But I won't do this anymore...I don't want to hurt you. Don't hate me if I don't answer you...it's not because I hate you. Thank you. Please be happy.
I didn't respond after that. I didn't even know what to say. He won't read it again. He's not one to go after people telling him what's wrong with himself. He only read it this time because he knew how much it meant to me.





