I should have known better.

You are never happy unless you are complaining. About somebody. Anybody. It is always the friend who is not there. Doesn’t matter who the friend is. You find fault in everyone around you. Does talking about them in such a demeaning manner make you feel better? Does it make up for the flaws you have yourself?

It was only a matter of time, I see that now.

No one seems to be good enough in your eyes. Even your own family. You are verbally abusive to them. You make embarrassing comments to them and about them in front of others. Why don’t they stand up for themselves? Why doesn’t she leave you? I suppose love really is blind.

I have lost any respect I may have had for you.

You always want to be the leader. If people don’t follow you, you can’t stand it. You seem to think you are the only one allowed to have free will. The only one who can choose who you and your friends and family should speak to. Now I see it is my turn to be the one who is talked about.

It makes me sad.

I thought, perhaps, I would not fall into the vicious rumor cycle. I see I was wrong. It saddens me deeply to know that things have changed in our friendship. I know I am not perfect. No one is. We all have flaws. The fact that I have done nothing to you to warrant this treatment has me confused. I begin to understand what it is like to be on the other side. I have realized the others have never deserved it either.

Fool me once.

Shame on you. I believed you when you said you didn’t want to lose our friendship. Until you started with this sad behavior again. I tried to not let it affect my friendships with the others. Yet your vindictive ways seem to spread. Not everyone sees things your way though. My heart is touched that others stand up to you. You have hurt them too. They understand. They see how you twist things to the way you want to see them. I have found comfort in knowing what a true friend is like. There will be no shame on me. I will not let you fool me twice.

I feel hate.

It has been months since I have spoken to you. Some days I am still sad. At first I felt hate for you all the time. I feel relief now. I enjoy being with people who don’t have to talk about others the way you feel the need to. Some think we should mend this broken fence. They don’t see there is too much damage. They haven’t been on the receiving end. Yet. They may one day. Enough time has passed and I feel calm. Happy. Until I hear fresh rumors. How can someone say such hurtful and untrue things without being provoked? I am baffled. I am done. The fence is on fire, only charred remains will be left. The fence is beyond repair.

My hatred grows.