My friend who ditched me seems to have a lot of love for the rest of the world, people who make mistakes, people who slip up, felons… but seemingly not me.
I find the dichotomy between the rhetoric and the actual behaviour hard to reconcile. Essentially I think the bonsai style pruning of me from her life was a coping mechanism to do with a loved ones death.
I feel like I ought to move on and stop reading their blog.
