Are we really friends or was I being a pushover? Are we really friends or was I tricked? Are we really friends or was I just a pawn in your game?
You say that I’m your closest friend but you ditch me at the last minute when we have plans for weeks. You say that I’m your closest friend but shut me down when I try and talk to you about my life. You say that I’m your closest friend but let your other friends treat me like I’m their personal assistant.
You pawned me into your game of life, changing the rules every time I play a card or spin the wheel. Every time my life takes a path of misery and mourning you seem to move on with your turn leaving me behind. If your life takes a turn for the worst I am beside you every step of the way.
Our “friendship” is like a game of Monopoly, the game is fun at first but as the game goes on and on the more unstable and trashy it gets. By the end of the game, you own all of the properties and railroads. You have hotels in each place that you could.
You have stripped me of everything that I had and own. The game became focused on you and your success. Every move you control waiting for me to lose everything and start all over again.
Our “friendship” is like a game of Jenga, both of us pulling blocks making our relationship unsteady but then building the tower back up. With each block being pulled our foundation becomes more unstable. It’s not just us playing the game, your friends have their own say in our relationship and you go along with it even if it makes the tower fall.
You laugh at the fallen blocks and walk away from the pile. Normally I rebuild the tower and you come back to play again for the cycle to repeat over and over and over.
This time I’m letting the tower crumble and fall over but this time instead of you walking away laughing, I am going to leave the table covered in the fallen blocks.
I’m not going to rebuild our relationship and hope you come back to play. Im leaving the table and leaving you with it. You pulled the final block when you decided to change the plans we have had for months, for a girl you are barely friends with.
Making me stuck in a situation with a person don’t know but a person that makes me uncomfortable, without a care in the world. You tossed me to the side and our friendship along with it.
You don’t know that I feel this way even though I’ve tried to talk to you about it for a few years. You read my stories and make backhanded comments about what I write.
When you read this story you will understand why I stopped talking to you, why I avoid you in the halls, and why your messages are being left on delivered.
I will not be a player in the sick game you call our “friendship”.
