DearInsanity

Tell a Tale of Terror
2011-11-25 03:16:04 (UTC)

a gift: shame for treating me wrong

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oh shane. did we ever have love? no. but we had friendship.

wait. i remember something. you threw it away. with one word- bitch.

shane was my best friend. he was everything. he helped me through my cousin's death, he held my hand when i found my dad online. he stood by me when i called my uncle.

he promised- PROMISED -he would never call me a bitch. because he knew how bad that word is to me.

and he broke up with his girlfriend for me. and he said he would stay until i had to leave.

it lasted three weeks.

i told him if he wanted me to leave all he had to say was fuck off. he did, he said bitch fuck off. he was joking. but he wasn't. he used the unforgettable word.

i asked him if he wanted me to go forever. he finally realized what he said. shane said he was kidding, i couldn't die.

and when his cousin wrote her initials on my wrist, after he saw, he told me to go to the bathroom and wash it off NOW. and i of course laughed it off.

and he broke up with me. not even face to face. he didn't have the balls for that.

and i wrote three pages of sorry's. and i was ignored. he dropped me like i would fall lightly.

sorry shane but first boyfriends don't work like that.

he ignored me, it hurt.

two weeks before i had to leave, i freaked out. i asked him if we were still friends. he said he wasn't sure. he said he probably wouldn't even say goodbye.

i cried. he was my beast friend. WAS.

shane became very cold after that. he told me this was him, get over it.

and his last gift to me: he said- when i went to ask him something- "what do you want bitch?" he never took it back.

and i couldn't stop crying.

when i called him a year after leaving he said "i miss you" and i cried.




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