God, you always do this. Right when I’m about to leave and not look back, you drop some huge ass bomb that makes me feel like an even shittier person than I already am. I’m leaving, be my friend or don’t but quit trying to make me feel guilty and throw pity your way.
Whatever. I mean it when I say I’m done with whatever this is.
Just leave, Michael. Just like my parents-who really aren’t my parents, Mike. In case you were wondering, which you probably weren’t….
I was abducted when I was younger, around 3months old, and the parents I have come to love are now being called my kidnappers. So there’s that. Just leave, Mike. Goodbye.
You don’t get it, you think you do but you don’t.
Yes, trying. This isn’t a one-sided friendship or whatever the hell you want to call it. I never hear from you either, last time we spoke was before I went to court a month and a half ago. A month and a half. I didn’t call or text when I returned because I didn’t want to be around anyone, I didn’t want to be here with the memory of having my son physically ripped from the grasp. Not again. You have no idea what I was going through then, you have no idea what I’m going through now. I don’t know what you were going through then and I sure as hell don’t know what you’re going through now. This is not all of my fault, Roxanne, and you know it.
You’re right, it isn’t all your fault. It’s my fault for trusting you, with my friendship, and with my heart. I don’t know who you are anymore, Michael. I barely know who I am anymore…
I’ve learned to live with the fact that I can’t make everyone happy.
If this is the way it has to be then fine, I’m done trying to be your friend.
Exactly, you can’t. Just as long as you’re happy, Mike. That’s really all that matters to you.
Trying? You mean with the text messages and calls? Oh, wait. Nevermind, that must be a different Mike. You were done trying a long time ago. You’re not fooling me, Mike, so stop kidding yourself. I basically turned into a thing of the past once you got yourself a girlfriend. I was never acknowledged until now. I never got a thank you, not even for saving your life that day, only a simple ‘why didn’t you just let me die’, but thank you- really- for that, because I loved you so much to risk my life to save yours. That’s what I really like to hear from a person I used to love. But hey, like you said, you can’t make everyone happy.
I’m not lying. You did nothing, and that’s the problem.
But, it’s all in the past now. Okay? I’m numb to everything.
What did I do? Just be honest.
Nothing, you did nothing.
Yep. Well, nice seeing you.