So last night at dinner, Sam was telling a story that I hadn't heard before, and I was kind of shocked that I didn't know this story. And he looked at me with a kind-of pained expression and goes, "That happened the summer you weren't talking to any of us."
To clarify, he only phrased it that way because that's always the way I phrase it. He wasn't trying to be mean or vindictive. But that's the second story of something BIG that happened two years ago that I only found out about recently. Because when those stories were actually happening, I only talked to my boyfriend.
So much of that relationship was unhealthy, but this part continues to hurt the most. That because of our relationship, I never spoke to the majority of my friends.
It wasn't okay and I don't ever want to go back to that sort of relationship.
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