Nobody can do anything to you that you don’t allow it. People treat you the way you treat yourself.
I allowed a friend to treat me terribly for about 4 years, everyone around kept asking why I was still friends with her. I mean EVERYONE, even the mailman and other people in the neighborhood were asking me, but I kept giving her chance after chance and thinking she would change.
She wasn't abusive or anything like that, but she brought being selfish to new heights and I am a little sad the friendship is now over-my father dying inconvenienced her and so I was done, I just couldn't take it anymore-because she isn't a bad person, just a selfish one.
I don't believe she did anything to me out of malice, but rather just didn't care-at all. She would constantly make me an option while I made her a priority, she talked behind my back to get attention from her friends-yes drama queen. She was just a child-really immature and she pouted about everything.
That said, I allowed it to go on, like a dog, I basically trained her, or taught her that it was okay to treat me like that, so I can hardly blame her. It's my own fault. That said my life is better without her in it, and I realized that it was just as much my fault as hers because I allowed it.
I allowed a friend to treat me terribly for about 4 years, everyone around kept asking why I was still friends with her. I mean EVERYONE, even the mailman and other people in the neighborhood were asking me, but I kept giving her chance after chance and thinking she would change.
She wasn't abusive or anything like that, but she brought being selfish to new heights and I am a little sad the friendship is now over-my father dying inconvenienced her and so I was done, I just couldn't take it anymore-because she isn't a bad person, just a selfish one.
I don't believe she did anything to me out of malice, but rather just didn't care-at all. She would constantly make me an option while I made her a priority, she talked behind my back to get attention from her friends-yes drama queen. She was just a child-really immature and she pouted about everything.
That said, I allowed it to go on, like a dog, I basically trained her, or taught her that it was okay to treat me like that, so I can hardly blame her. It's my own fault. That said my life is better without her in it, and I realized that it was just as much my fault as hers because I allowed it.
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