Four months I struggled to talked about what bothers me in a friendship I had.
Four months I observed. Then, more thorough look from all sides, all eyes, all perceptions.
I’ve been the best supporter, the best listener, the best friend I can be to her. I gave her my undivided time, listening ear and motivation during her breakdown, where her husband only recommended Psychiatrist, which ended up making her consumed Prozak.
By end of August 2008, I made my decision to end the non-famous, non-beneficial, more destructive friendship. This is the second time and the worst.
Months ago, I strongly disagree, but could tolerate my husband being treated like a substitute father, when her children has a dysfunctional father figure.
Months ago, I strongly disagree, but could tolerate my husband volunteered to be her baggage carrier.
But, the cases escalated. No more respect in this friendship.
Non human is one who only takes and cares of what she wants, and doesn’t take no for an answer. Even a woof-woof takes no for an answer.
A disgrace for a married woman, while having dinner with her husband and a friend couple, to say to her friend’s husband, “Do you want to see my breast?”.
An act of disrespectful to tell her friend, “Your husband had an agreement with me, before he even met you!!.
A relief to my husband and I. Never we doubt. Never we regret.
Flushed in the toilet our friendship went.