Sometimes when you get frostbitten, you lose toes, or maybe fingers. When you booze too much, you lose your liver functionality. When you’ve got gangrene, you need to cut that part out. When you’ve got a pimple the size of a football, it’s always better to drain it out, no matter how deeply scarred it leaves you.
Some people are like one of those cold, gangreneous, pus-filled, trouble diseases.
The only way to fix yourself when you’re in toxic company is to cut them out. Completely.
No matter how much it hurts.
It’s always better, like I said, to lose only a part of you, than to lose all of you. And time does heal everything.
This friend of mine had been snubbing me for quite some time now. Calling me up only when she needed something done. Ignoring my calls and texts, blatantly, the rest of the time. This went on for months . I guess everything has its limits. And I also realized I’m not as patient or whatever like The Thinker sculpture by Rodin. Bummer.
I was done being the doormat. Done being the moron who’s always there no matter how horrible you’re to her.
I deleted her number. And blocked her. And I can’t begin to tell you how go(oooooooooooooooo….oooooooooooooooo)od it feels. Sweet release. Like letting out a sneeze.
Many goodbyes hurt, this ain’t one. And thank God for that.
Have you ever outgrown a friend, cut them out of your life, because they happened to be toxic company? How did you deal with it?