You asked me to be patient with you...but you were never patient with me. You asked me to tell you immediately when things went wrong so we could address it immediately so you don’t dwell over wondering what you did wrong...you didn’t do that for me. You told me that our friendship ending was dependent on my anger because “I was the one who got angry all the time”...you ended our friendship over another matter without telling me. You told me you were working on it, so I could clarify things with you...you still always got mad when I tried after that. You told me I got better at listening to you and hearing you out...only to decide on your own the next day that I didn’t and would never get better. I always tried to fix things with you in our relationship when something goes wrong...you always tried to end it. Do you realise that I was never allowed to be angry in this relationship because that set you off, and I was always running back to coax you even in my pain?
I always had to put myself aside to make sure you were okay...and truth be told, as much as I felt a tiny bit aggrieved, I didn’t mind. Why didn’t I mind? Because you mattered a lot, I heard so much of your pain and I had so much love to give. But to be honest, despite your obvious care for me...I don’t think you really spared me much consideration. I always told myself that’s because you have depression and you’re trying so hard to stay alive that you don’t have the energy beyond trying to survive, but...at some point I have to stop making excuses for you. Honestly, until you learn to care for someone else, you’ll never have friendships this deep with anyone again. No one would even bother letting you get this close. If you don’t want those friendships, then so be it. I wish you the future you seek.