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Sayonara, My So-Called Friends

Why I won’t be mending broken friendships and not making new ones unless it is the real deal

Abril
The Pub
4 min readDec 6, 2024

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The last time I checked, the messages I sent were still marked as delivered but remained unread.

I considered calling her to clarify the impression that she was distancing herself from our friendship, but ultimately, I decided against it.

I realized that our relationship had been over for a while. The extended unexplained silent treatment, the cold shoulders from a mutual friend, the aggravating chatter the last time we met, and her husband unfriending me on social media are manifestations of our severed bond.

It’s pointless to keep guessing again what I might have done this time to upset her. She has always been high and mighty, taking offense about anything, so after spending a couple of years hanging out, it was only a matter of time before she would say I did something that tormented her.

I wove a narrative of victimization into her life, much like the countless others she had clashed with in the past. So be it. I’ll cheerfully take my place as the 56th villain in her ever-expanding saga.

She has always viewed herself as a target of jealousy because, as she puts it, she is an extremely hot woman who drives…

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