I had to write an old friend off yesterday. It went on and on and on and I really did try to give him the benefit of the doubt, these last ten years, but I had to call it quits. No going back. He lives here, so that’s a hassle.
Out of respect for the good times, I’m not going to talk about this, other than to say that this is really hurting me a lot. We weren’t ever romantic partners. Wasn’t like that.
This isn’t one of these temporary rage things. This has been going on for years, and I’m done being angry, or sympathetic. All I have left is sorrow.
I had to make an executive decision of the soul, as my mother once described it. I couldn’t have done it sooner. I had to play this out.
What a waste. What a stupid, pointless waste.