Maybe this is one of the hardest things about being a friend.
A long time woman friend told me that she feels sorry for my ex—poor guy-- I left him. It took a couple of hours for the anger to really hit me. Yes, I left but this woman was there the whole time, she was my confidant, she knew what he did and what he didn’t do. She knows my faults and my gross imperfections—it’s a long, long list. But “poor Him”?
It makes me feel crazy. And under the crazy and the anger is just a well of hurt.
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