The problem has always been that I care too much. I hang on for way longer than I should, and end up with more hurts as a result. I know there’s always two sides to every story, and I’m sure they have a totally different view of things. I’m not saying I’m right and they’re wrong, but I know that somewhere in there the ‘Truth’ got skewed and suddenly I’m the bitch. Sometimes I just wish I could have a chance to explain my side of the story, explain why I’m so hurt & why I had to switch off & be a little cold to save my sanity. But I know that it probably wouldn’t help matters at all because they have their own ‘truth’ and they’ll never be able to see or even acknowledge mine. Deep down inside I’m still hurting so much. I defended my mistreatment to the last, I kept on forgiving the self-involvement and narcisism and kept hoping that maybe things would change & they’d realise how important they were to me. I know I’m not perfect but neither are they & I think they’ve forgotten that. In the end it was all too much to bear & I had to walk away. But even now, I still have a little spark of hope that maybe one day we’ll be friends again, if I can ever learn to trust them again.
Wow. Pretty freaking relevant actually.
