”I shared my problems with you because I thought you were my best friend, basically a sister to me. That’s probably why I kept covering every little “creative story” you told your mom ever since you had your first boyfriend, your breakup, your ex, and now your new one. I stayed supportive through all of it, even during the impressive multi-year secret relationship era. Two whole years, wow. Commitment, honestly.
And every time you went all the way there? Sure, go ahead. My name somehow became your unlimited VIP pass excuse just so you could sneak out. Crazy how I became the official reason every single time. But yeah, we both know how far that place is, and still… dedication.
I treated you well for 8 years. Eight. Whole. Years. And that friendship gets thrown away because you got scared of lying to the owner, so instead you chose to talk behind my back to a coworker instead? Interesting priorities. But I guess lying to your mom for almost a decade about your relationships doesn’t count as lying anymore once you’re used to it, right? Clean image unlocked, I suppose.
You traded our friendship just to stay on somebody’s good side. That part is actually impressive.
You know me, I’m not even the brutally honest type. I think carefully before I speak because I know you get hurt easily. I protected your feelings because you mattered to me. I cared about you. But somehow I’m the one who got betrayed in the end. Funny.
Maybe giving this friendship a second chance was the real mistake. Imagine being this good to someone just to get this kind of ending. I cried over the friendship too, not gonna lie. But then I realized… maybe it wasn’t really worth crying over after all.
Still, congratulations. You played the role really well. Hope you’re genuinely happy now. Like, extremely happy.
At least now that the friendship is over, you won’t be able to use me as your emergency alibi anymore. And who knows, maybe one day your mom accidentally finds out the truth from someone else. Doesn’t even have to be me. Karma has excellent timing anyway. Maybe then you’ll understand what betrayal feels like.
Thanks for the memories though — even the ones where I was probably the topic when I wasn’t around. Appreciate it.
And next time you plan another trip there, hopefully your mom approves without my name needing to magically appear in the story again.
One decision. That’s all it took. You chose being a people-pleaser over an 8-year friendship. But it’s okay. Everyone gets their turn eventually.
PS: Sorry, I just needed to let this pain out after being betrayed. Sometimes the people you trust the most are secretly turning your name into a conversation when you’re not around, and even making moves to ruin you without you knowing.
So here’s a reminder: be careful who you trust too much. Not everyone smiling at you is truly happy for you.
But life goes on. Keep fighting, keep smiling, and let karma handle the rest. 😇
