People whom I stopped speaking to don’t miss me, they miss having a doormat in their life.
And probably they didn’t find a replacement doormat because no one else would have taken their shit silently like me.
Also, since I’m everywhere now, they miss me.
That’s all.
Because there was nothing important required for the friendship to continue in the picture like,
Respect, efforts, empathy, accountability and ability to be present in the conversation, reciprocation, being there for me when I needed them, good memories, connection.
And the list goes on.
It wasn’t healthy at all in any way.
I know it better because I have the personal first hand experience with them.
(Khaleesi, “Alexa please play, Can’t catch me now by Olivia Rodrigo.”)
rachana rajan <3 