I Lost A Friend
"I am so tired of hearing these same complaints over and over again!Your mom thinks you're fat, wasting your education, a fail at relationships, a slut, a liar! Blah blah blah! I've heard this a thousand times!" I shouldn't be saying these things, but I can only take hearing it so many times before I loose it.
"I'm sorry I come to you with my problems! I'll keep it to myself from now on." She's trying to make me feel guilty; it won't work this time.
"Fine. Keep it to yourself! I'm tired of telling you the same things. You are the only one who can stop your family from attacking you. If you can't or won't do that, then there's nothing I can do for you."
"No matter how awful they are, you can't just expect me to drop all communication with them. They're still my family.
"You can still put your foot down and stop letting them treat you like that."
"Yes, because that has worked out so well in the past. I love having my mom throw my words back in my face." I'm getting angry again. My words aren't getting through her thick skull.
"You let her do that!" She's closing off on me, not listening anymore.
"You tell yourself that you have to be strong because they won't function without someone to gang up on, but really you're weak! You're afraid to stand up to them so everyone is miserable as a result."
I turn and walk away from her. I should not have said those things, but I can't stand having a friend who won't stand up for herself. Because if she won't stand up for herself, she won't stand up for anyone else. And that's not a friend worth having.