This is not a sop story about how much I hate my ex- best friend, cause I had to learn to forgive her and myself for the things she did, and the thing I let happen in our friendship. I am not a perfect being, I am simply telling the part that tore our relationship apart starting from the root.
Me and Dayja were friends ever since I could remember. we went to elementary school together, but after that we split up because we were going to different schools. On occasion I would see her around our town because where we stay isn't big, and when I could go over to the park were she stayed close by, I would do so. As we became older, we started spending more time together, going places, staying at one another houses, etc. She and I were battling …show more content…
Of course, me being the person I am, I think it's only right to go out of your way for the person you call your best friend, and make time for them, and that's what I did. If it was no longer than five minutes I stayed at her house, I made sure I made an effort to do so. I never received the same treatment unless she wanted something. So, me being the person I am I told my "best friend' how I felt. She told me that she didn't care and that I "do the most", and if it's going to be arguing all the time then stop talking to her. So, I did what was best for me, and cut her out of my life. I feel like I go out of my way for people, especially if I think they would do the same for me, but I was completely wrong. Every time I would try to go somewhere with her, pick her up, or even go see her, it was always and excuse. "I don't feel good", "my hair is a mess", " I don't feel like it". Then an hour later I see her in the car heading to go the mall; things of that nature. It was frustrating because I would literally cancel plans, sometime waste my eating time to go out of my way to go see her, even if it was for a few minutes. I would get yelled at by my dad for going over to her house without permission, because I loved her as a true best
Me and Dayja were friends ever since I could remember. we went to elementary school together, but after that we split up because we were going to different schools. On occasion I would see her around our town because where we stay isn't big, and when I could go over to the park were she stayed close by, I would do so. As we became older, we started spending more time together, going places, staying at one another houses, etc. She and I were battling …show more content…
Of course, me being the person I am, I think it's only right to go out of your way for the person you call your best friend, and make time for them, and that's what I did. If it was no longer than five minutes I stayed at her house, I made sure I made an effort to do so. I never received the same treatment unless she wanted something. So, me being the person I am I told my "best friend' how I felt. She told me that she didn't care and that I "do the most", and if it's going to be arguing all the time then stop talking to her. So, I did what was best for me, and cut her out of my life. I feel like I go out of my way for people, especially if I think they would do the same for me, but I was completely wrong. Every time I would try to go somewhere with her, pick her up, or even go see her, it was always and excuse. "I don't feel good", "my hair is a mess", " I don't feel like it". Then an hour later I see her in the car heading to go the mall; things of that nature. It was frustrating because I would literally cancel plans, sometime waste my eating time to go out of my way to go see her, even if it was for a few minutes. I would get yelled at by my dad for going over to her house without permission, because I loved her as a true best