You know him, he’s a good friend.
You’ve know him 4 years now.
You really became friends when he had a bad break up and you stopped him from cutting himself or jumping in front of a bus.
Your friendship grew and soon you had similar interests, went to the same gym, went around with the same group of people every Saturday night – pretty much like twin brothers.
You hear that he’s not really a good guy, that he’s been known to be violent, known to talk shit, but you don’t care…he’s like a brother to you.
And then you hear (from your cousin of all people) that he’s talking shit about you (to her), like you’re “on a leash” and won’t go out because of your girlfriend. You should have seen it coming, you already knew (almost), but it hits you all the same.
Time for a rethink…
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Hell, you don’t know shit about me.
I’m not upset, I’m disappointed.
Disappointed that I wasted time on you, thinking that you were worth something.
Disappointed that it took me 4 years to realise just how fake you are. I thought we were good friends.
Better late than never.