Dear Nikki:
I'm going to take your advice. I will be writing letters to my friends. I have attempted actual conversations, but I cannot stand to be interrupted when I am being genuine. One of the friends in particular loves to discredit and invalidate my feelings when I am trying to explain my side of the story. This pisses me off and causes me to shut down. Then, I don't want to talk anymore. More time passes and the rift widens. However, I am going to write everything down in a letter, thus insuring that I won't be interrupted. If they want to talk after, fine. If not, cool. At least my chest will be clear.
I have decided that I am ready to wave the white flag. I am always fighting for "my side" or my position, but I am ready to take on 100% of the blame if that's what it takes to mend my friendship. I can go tit-for-tat with them and it doesn't resolve anything. In fact, it makes things worse. So now, I am ready to take all of the blame, put it behind me, and see what we can do to move on from here. If the friendships have truly run their course, I am take that. I just cannot bear the burden of a heavy heart anymore. Like you said, life is too short.
RD
Dear J:
What is wrong, sweetie? You made it perfectly clear that you just weren't that into me. It took me a minute to figure out, but once I took off the rose-colored glasses, it was clear as day. However, you still send me these random texts just to see how I'm doing.
::blank stare:: Spare me.
I think that you are REALLY just keeping the lines of communication open for the times that you get bored. Perhaps you are trying to hang on just in case I make it big with this law thing. Maybe you think I'm a damn duck and don't know any better. Whatever the case may be, gimme a break. I don't have the time. You had your chance. Get lost.
RD
P.S. Please don't anticipate me telling you that I'm moving to your city for this job. You won't even know I'm there unless we run into one another in the grocery store at Blockbuster or something. I don't want your head to be all gassed up, thinking that I'm moving there for YOU. Nor do I want you to believe that you will just be "passing over" to my house or anything else of the sort.
I am ready to mend broken friendships and build healthy ones. Please don't wind up on the "Write Off" list. If you are TRULY interested in being a friend, shape up, brother.
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