Posted 09 November 2009 - 08:09 PM
Broken friendships rarely happen to me because I only have a few close friends that I really treasure. But yes, I lost a friend just last year, kind of like what happened to you? Or not...
He was a really good friend of mine. We did almost everything together, and was almost inseparable in high school. He's not an easy person to handle, but I was able to because he was important to me. Whenever people said bad things about him, I would defend him. I knew a lot of people didn't exactly like him because of the way he acted and how he handled things. As much as I knew how annoying he was, or how wrong he can be, I never said a single word to him because I didn't want to hurt him. You see, he's a very sensitive guy. You can say one bad thing to him, and he'll hate you forever. He kept on doing things and saying things that people didn't approve or might take as offensive, and he slowly lost friendships. Yet I still defended him saying he was at no fault. Even if things he did or said towards me was offensive, I still didn't say anything to him. That was my problem.
Then university rolled around, and I started to see him less. And because of that, I was able to see things from a different point of view. Then I realized... for 3 years I endured his possessive, ignorant and condescending self, and I was tired of it. So I told him, straight out, the kind of person he was and how it prevented people from becoming a better friend with him. I told him how he ruined my relationships with people because he was overbearing/overprotective and he didn't give crap about others' feelings.
After my rather... heartwrenching confession to him, I felt relieved, but he did not. And because of that, we stopped being friends. We're still not friends, and I guess in a way it's better for the both of us. It's definitely sad, losing a friendship that you truly care for. I did truly care for him, but I didn't want to live under his orders anymore. I wanted to be someone that can lead their own life, not have someone else lead their life for them. It was also because of this that I became a different person. Coping? I couldn't do anything about it. I said really mean things to him because I had to slap him in the face with reality. So how could I face him? I avoided him, just like he avoided me.
Slowly, things just got lost in transition, and I met new friends. They helped me through the rough times, and they're now my bestest buddies. For a while I thought about him a lot, but that started to change. I don't even think about him anymore. Things are good for the both of us [we have mutual friends of course], and life is perfect.
Whooooa, that's a long read.