It’s one of those sad days when you realize that you’ve lost friends because of something stupid or because of something they weren’t even involved in.
I lost two so called friends.
The first one turned one of my facebook posts into a political fight when I (repost) about why we’re dumb enough to elect movie stars. She turned it into a modern Obama thing and sent me a link that didn’t really poke any holes in my argument, got her husband to agree with her and then blocked me. She did all of this on her own. It wasn’t about Obama. It wasn’t about anything deeper than some of the disasters that actor-governors/presidents have caused. Instead it went off topic to create a blue vs red bullshit. Her, I can deal with blocking me on facebook because the whole thing is retarded.
Seven years ago I was subjected to a…truma…by an ex-boyfriend. The whole thing was very messy and scary. We had a mutual friend and he kept out of it, which was smart. He continued being both of our friends. Then I went forward and told the police what my ex did to me. He’s now magically blocked me on facebook so it appears he never believed me about what happened.
The last one hurts a bit more. We were actual friends. We’ve been there during the ups and downs and in the end he believes that scum bag who somecrazyhow convinced him I’m a psychotic liar. You know, I may be many things but a liar isn’t one of them. I’m compulsively honest. Thinking I’m a liar is pretty insulting. Might as well call the moon the sun and night day.
I’m pretty bummed out about the whole thing though.