You went behind my back. Tried to convince my friends to deceive me. Did something I directly asked you not to do. Said your reasoning was to get between my relationship.
And you thought that was okay?
Yes, I blew up at you. Yes, I said things I regret. You didn’t deserved to be talked to like that.
But I barely know you. You had no right making decisions on my life. You didn’t deserve my words, but I didn’t deserve your actions.
I tried to extend the olive branch. I apologized for the way I spoke to you. I told you how you made me feel. I begged for an apology.
But all you gave were justifications.
I set my boundaries. Protected my peace. Gave up and cut you off, as I’d only known you two months. I thought that was reasonable.
And then you turned my friends against me. You told them your side of the story. Made them think I was the villain. I tried and tried and tried to explain my side of things. The betrayal, the hurt, the lack of accountability.
And they didn’t believe me.
They refused to understand why I was upset. They agreed with you. They said it was okay to go behind my back and that I was overreacting. Claiming that you were “just trying to help”.
I extended an olive branch once again. I said I didn’t care about the situation. That I apologized for my outburst. That I just didn’t want to be friends with someone who so readily betrayed me. I tried to keep the peace.
And they flung insults at me, and blocked me on socials.
Calling me childish, saying that I overreacted, saying that your response to my feelings was justified. That I was a bad person for not giving you a second chance.
But I did give a second chance. And a third chance. And every time, you refused to apologize.
I just wanted to be respected.
I explained that I hate surprises. I hate when people do things without talking to me. That I hate being touched. That you never once asked for consent to do things that directly affected me.
I told them not to take sides. I told them I could be neutral to you, even though you made my friends cry, made me cry, betrayed my trust, upset my partner. I was willing to forgive.
But they took it too hard. They refused to understand. They said I put them in a hard situation, ignoring that I was there too. They didn’t listen to me, no matter how hard I tried to meet in the middle.
Now I’ve lost five friends, all because I was upset over boundaries being broken.
They claim that I am overreacting and not being forgiving enough.
I extended my olive branch, I tried to keep the peace. I tried to meet in the middle.
I was never given the same courtesy.
And now I am the villain.
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