Enough

I had enough.

Two years of veiled, yet calculated blows whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Always, it was guised under the context of current conversation yet I began to realize that the defamatory comments actually had little or nothing to do with the topic at hand. I was being judged and I was being punished. Sometimes, I could actually sense his satisfaction as his fingers wrote such malicious words.
I wonder if it made him feel superior to crucify me over and over. Maybe he finally felt avenged for the crimes committed against him. Ironically, I wasn't even the perpetrator of the crime against him. I was his friend. I was a loyal and supportive friend in every way. I accepted his flaws, celebrated his victories and was always within reach if he needed a friend.

If you were so repulsed by my skeletons why were you my friend? It must have been incredibly challenging for you to befriend someone you obviously have such contempt for. You have my sympathies.

I'm sympathetic that you feel yourself to be morally and ethically superior to everyone.

I'm sympathetic that you feel yourself to be judge and jury to everyone

I'm sympathetic that you have no idea what unconditional friendship means

I'm sympathetic that you lost one friend that has never lied or deceived you in any way.

Now, I'm apethetic. Thanks for the life lesson