A Pint to My Gallon
I wish someone had checked on me, stepped in to ask me what was actually happening. I wish someone had cared enough to recognize the panic and inconsistency that was erupting in the midst of everything. Instead of the silent treatment, triangulation, mockery, bullying, manipulation, I wish there had been understanding and accountability. Instead of "you're crazy" I wish I had gotten "you're grieving" and instead of "fuck you" I wish I had gotten "you're my friend, I care about you" or "I love you". Or do I? Do I really wish I had just kept making excuses and subjecting myself to a group of bullies? Do I really wish that I had never seen all of their true colors? It may have taken the ultimate showing for me to really realize and accept the ugliness of people. I had seen it here and there, but to know they didn't deserve to be in my life, their true character had to be revealed. My loyalty probably would have made me j...
