I know he broke your heart. I know you're hurting. I know I should support you. But I feel mentally weak when doing so. I know I shouldn't blame you for everything. If I have learned anything from my psychology class, it's that the environment, who you've been raised around, and who you're exposed to as a child has a great deal of pressure on you as you grow up.
Quite like a chokehold that is squeezing you till you burst.
I want to hug you, I want to break down with you, I want to reach out and love you like the best friends we were.
I feel like I'm running back in fourth and I keep hitting a wall. Do I push all the hurt away? Do I apologize? Do I run around in this constant circle with you of happy, angry, happy, angry?
I don't know how to say I don't feel remorse. You did this to yourself. You pushed your closest friend away for a man who broke your heart a year later. You started lying, you missed out on big life events that I would have instantly told you, you left me out, you pushed so hard, and I am so hurt.
I put you first so many times, I missed out on family events and my real friends, you were first.
I complained, you didn't listen. I communicated, you shut down.
Why do I feel responsible to help you through this?
You are my chokehold.
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The Truth
Short StoryHow I feel about one of my oldest friendships, it's downfall, and my growth in becoming a person.
