Ending A Friendship Rather Than A Friendship Ending Me

The tables turned, and I desperately tried to reverse it.

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My friendship break-up stories tend to centre on being broken up with in a roundabout, ‘soft launch’ manner, to use the language so many recognise. No huge drama, just a quiet dissolution of something that once meant the world to me. Sometimes, that still meant the world to me. There’s the ex-boy best friend, who really rather I remained ‘his option’, there’s the friend who happily spread rumours about me all ‘round town and acted shocked when I told her someone knew the secret I’d shared with her, and there’s the group of girls I befriended at school and that discarded me before Christmas like a disposable piece of gift wrap. Since friendship is a highly valued commodity in my life, up until recently, I hadn’t ended a friendship on my end for quite some time.

The ending of a friendship is the most torturous slow burn.