I graduated high school too flipping long ago to be back in it again.
Seriously people give it the fuck up.
Oh you didn’t get an invite for dinner with a group of people you never hang out with? WAH!
Oh but it was ok for you, to exclude us, from the event at your house that included ALL our friends and even had them wondering where we were.
I see. Except, it was ok. We survived, you however, did not.
I no longer have to be surrounded by your bullshit and petty games; I’ve outgrown them long ago. I am now dealing with toddler tantrums and shitty diapers, your shit however I don’t need to deal with.
Please, please continue to talk behind my back about how you were slighted for the first time ever and how awful of a friend I’ve become since having a kid. All those late nights at your house giving you a hand when your baby arrived wasn’t enough to prove my friendship, so when my kid was born you decided he wasn’t worth getting to know.
That’s cool; he’s better off without your bullshit anyway.
Give me a break already, you really think at this part of our lives other people give a flying shit about who did or didn’t hurt your feelings? Please.
And yeah that was me you saw at the birthday party, the same person you’ve known for years and pretended to not see and yup that was my kid playing with yours. (FYI, your kid’s an asshole that needs to learn how to share. Just saying.)
The cute baby you were cooing over while I was trying to keep your kid from falling off the rope latter, mine too. Sorry to disappoint you.
I’m over this shit.
There was at time I would have, with no question, called you my best friend. Now I know that I just happened to be the one available to deal with your crap until you found another pawn.
I’ve moved on, I just wish you would to. Dragging my name through the mud only make me sadder for you.
