I sat across from you at that table in Kelsey’s restaurant, confused and hurt.  You were no longer a friend of mine – the sweet, funny, weird girl I had grown to adore and I was proud to call my friend.  You were now a meal girl, someone who had brought me to that restaurant under the pretense that we were going to talk and work out our, what I believed was a small, misunderstanding,  Instead, I sat across from you at that restaurant and took a verbal beating.  You yelled at me, taunted me, interrupted me, even laughed at me.  You came to that restaurant to humiliate me and make me feel like a terrible person.  I walked into that restaurant believing I would be smiling and laughing over lunch.  Instead I left feeling like an awful friend and was crying.  Right before we left our booth, you said to me “I want to be your friend, but I’m not sure what that means right now.  I consider this event a huge setback for us.”  You made it clear that you needed to think about what our ongoing friendship would look like… and if I was good, if I played the right cards and pleased you enough, we could go back to being the great friends we were before.  You forgot to consider this, though:


What if I don’t want to be your friend anymore?