I’m absolutely fine, and I’m not mad, I’m just over talking to you anymore.
Dear D,
We met a long time ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean we’ve been friends a long time. In fact, we haven’t been friends, in a long time. As I see it, we’re just somebody we each used to know. I believe you are bewitched by nostalgia and what you remember as us, which is nothing more than a beautiful memory of which you won’t let fade.
I’m positive you truly have no idea who I am anymore. You only know what I tell you, and admittedly, it’s not much. Casually acquainted I’d actually call it. Recently, I’ve told my estheticians more about my life in an hour appointment, than I’ve actually told you. You just don’t know me like that anymore, if you ever did.
The better days of our relationship were arguably almost 20 years ago. So much has happened since then. Ever since those days, we’ve existed on a plane of occasional, shallow, passing interest. At least that’s how I feel it’s been, I genuinely have no idea what you get out of all this. I could use my imagination, but I’d rather not. I’ve never asked because I can’t say I’ve ever cared enough to know. I’ve gotten very little out of whatever this is, and it’s rarely constructive, quite the opposite most of the time. Continuing to pretend otherwise is categorically unproductive.
We were good enough, for a time, but never great. I can say that with absolute certainty, because I have had great, and it was not us.
I find your interest curious and your approach exasperating. You flirt (If that’s what you can even call it), and I do not engage, but that doesn’t stop you. You don’t back off, despite my conscious efforts to avoid encouraging your advances. I know I’ve asked you politely and even directly told you to back off, a couple times, over the years. Whether because I was in a relationship or because I simply deemed your words and actions disrespectful, vulgar, rude, and unnecessary. You would seem to respect that for a time, but never very long. You’re trying to compliment, but more often than not it’s more frustrating than anything. It’s also disrespectful, and I’m not talking just about me either. I’ve been in and out of relationships, but you’ve been in the same one for a long time. It’s not just disrespectful to your lady/girlfriend/wife/whatever she is to you, but also to her kids..the kids you are choosing to raise. You are supposed to be setting an example, for how your daughter should expect to be treated, and how your son should expect to treat a woman. They all deserve better than the shabby standard you are setting. So do I.
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, hoping I could ignore you long enough to move on. That seems unlikely. So, this is my way of telling you, in no uncertain terms, to move on. Let me go, put any future interest and effort into your family. Or don’t. I don’t care, but you should.
I wish you all happiness and health, but please let me be. I will be just fine.
rockstar13arbie 