We don’t talk anymore, and I’m sure you are wondering why. Believe me, I don’t hate you. I never did, and that might be the reason I stopped talking to you. I hated the way you made me feel. I hated the constant nagging, and the control. And because I never spoke up, you became my puppet master, telling me what I could and couldn’t do, and always getting mad if I didn’t do what you wanted. I hated who you had become, you weren’t the same person I had met in middle school. And I knew if I didn’t stop talking to you, I would begin to resent you.I don’t think you realized how much you hurt my feelings. You said some things I don’t think I could ever forgive you for, and never apologized.

But putting the hurt aside, I hope you find new friends. I hope you learn how to treat them. I want everything and more for you, and I hope you achieve everything you ever wanted to. I want your life to flourish, and mine will do the same-- just separately. I hope you realize one day how much you hurt me. I want you to realize that you constantly made me feel like I couldn’t say what I wanted without facing judgement. And that you didn’t let me be the person I wanted to.

I’m sorry our friendship ended the way it did, and although it may be harsh, it had to happen. A friendship doesn’t thrive on one person controlling, it thrives on two people who mutually respect each other, which in our case, didn’t happen. I hope you find friends that compliment you better, and I hope you understand why I made the decisions I did.