A Treasure Found at Home

i really want to go to the art opening tonight but wish i had a friend to be on my side. it will be overrun with friends and adorers of the girl i had the falling out with. the same adorers who say such things as “you can imagine what it would be like if her rapist was at the table. i’m not comparing you to a rapist. i’m just saying.”

really? not comparing me to a rapist? sure sounds like it, but yeah, since you’ve only talked to her and not to me, i can see how she’s absolutely not manipulating you at all. the same way you’re not comparing me to a rapist.

and, “the irony is i was your biggest defender” as they don’t look me in the eye. no, the irony is that you would say such a thing while you refuse to look at me. defending me in your conversations i’m not allowed to be part of and then not telling me about any of it and expecting me to be on board with what is decided, isn’t really ironic.

i love the artist’s work. i commissioned one of his pieces for sp guy’s b-day last summer. it’s beautiful stuff. but do i really want to put myself in that position?

maybe i’ll skip the opening and get tulip or someone to go with me after work some other day.

but then, i feel like a chicken butt and like my ex-friend is again winning, i’m doing exactly what she wants me to do… staying away… and all she did was cry and ask everyone to protect her from me (while refusing to explain why) so she’s clearly not the bad guy, right? couldn’t be.