I told my therapist (I told her!) that they wouldn't bring it up again. They wouldn't ask me how I was, or talk to me about my process (despite asking for their help/support).
And the result? An email was received. And didn't say a fucking thing about me baring my soul.
How did it go?
Something like..."Hey! Let's go out for dinner...and do a HP marathon...when are people available?".
I have yet to respond. Catty? Maybe. But I feel totally uninterested in expelling the energy that would be necessary to engage. I tired. Literally. Exhausted by doing this, tired from talking to the people in my life about the process. I'm also resentful that they don't seem to be doing the same kind of work that I am about the issue. What the hell?
I'm the one responsible for getting these friendships in order while sit in blissful ignorance. Why? Because I refuse to pander to them. I refuse to be the one to fix this, like I'm the one who broke these friendships.
Besides, I'm still on a fucking break.
Instead I will try and channel my energy to appreciate my good friends.
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