It’s not very often that I feel like people have taken advantage of me, but lately that’s the feeling I’ve been getting. These so called friends stabbing me in the back as soon as I bend over to lend a hand… living the trife life as my grandma would say…So tired of it. Phone off, no texts, no e-mails, no nothing, yet you still find a way to get to me, and use me for all that I am. I used to think it was my fault. Maybe I’m too nice. I need to learn to say no. I need to stand up for myself, but the longer I call you my friend the more I realize that it’s not me at all. The good thing is that I have real friends that show me what it is to be cared for. What it means to be held accountable. What it means to be a true friend. It’s cool though, I aint gonna put you on blast, and gossip about you the way you and the rest of them gossip about me. I’m not gonna conspire against you, all the while laughing in your face. I’m not gonna use you up, and toss you to the side, and then slowly pull you back in when I need something from you. That’s not who I am. But when you start to feel the separation between us, the unanswered phone calls, the lack of communication, understand that I am just being to you the friend you’ve been to me. I’ll end with a saying that my grandma would frequently quote… one that I did not fully understand until recently…
“You can call me stupid, or you can call me friend, but you won’t call me both”…
