A few weeks ago, one of my friends dumped me.
At first I was sad. I blamed and crucified myself for allowing the friendship to fall apart.
Then I got angry. He dropped me when I was most vulnerable. What kind of friend does that?
Then I would try to push it out of my mind. No use in gathering regret for the things I can’t change now.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
According to Lizabeth, my mentor, that’s what the typical grieving process is like. Different emotions are evoked each time when revisiting events that lead to the death of someone/something.
It was no secret that I was emotionally invested in the guy. I had been for a long time. After all, 7 years is a long time to know someone. We were comfortable with each other. We had fun with each other.
Looking back on it all, though, I also feel little used…and perhaps unfairly toyed with.
But despite how…crappy I can feel at times, the silver lining still shines brighter than the mushroom cloud.
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