Throughout life from time to time we all interact and befriend those who later turn out to be backstabbers.
Their true colors come to light when or if one betrays us. We become an innocent victim of unbelievable, questionable behavior by a person we trusted and shared friendship.
Our first instinct is to try and resolve the conflict. In awe we begin to analyze ourselves wondering what’s behind our friend’s newfound irrational actions.
Reality is we may have done absolutely nothing wrong to set them down the path of self-destruction of our friendship.
There’s a long list of reasons why some desire to hurt others and often we have no clue since who would think a friend could be so fake. Obviously their own shortcomings are to blame.
Perhaps a few counseling sessions would be beneficial only if asked the backstabber usually would refuse and remain in denial. The 100% validity persona is shown via their words and actions.
If reasonable communication fails then it’s time to walk away from this toxic person with your ego intact. After all this friendship, whatever the duration, appears to have been based on ill intentions and lies.
It’s important to never identify oneself by others’ maltreatment of us. Life is hard work and hard work sometimes hurts.
I think we get caught up in this vicious cycle due to childhood teachings where words such as honesty and trust played an important role in our learning process.
I’m not perfect. I’m not fake.
A text versus an actual phone call resulted in heartbreak. My reply with various not-so-nice words a man would rather not hear either hurt you or freed you up to not face the task of collateral damage yourself. We’re over!
Ours was a rollercoaster romance – even I ran hot and cold on you. There were valid reasons that most woman would flee from at first site – only your good traits were my focus.
One hundred percent is what I offered up only to be shut out when those desperate incoming phone calls for cash blew up your cell phone accompanied by numerous frantic e-messages on social network.
You chose to punish me, the gal who was there for you in areas your own family members failed you. You didn’t want to have a conversation. You didn’t want to share. Instead you’d rather sit home, become unkempt and smoke weed.
I was supposed to be understanding always. Honestly I’ll never know the mechanisms of thinking of the male mind.
You never really tore me down via altercation rather you let my heart drop to the floor. Yes, I was one pissed off woman with good reason. Lack of communication.
A few days pass and you decide you want to be just friends – OUCH! No re-dos? I didn’t think one could cross back over the line from lover to friends especially when a breakup is fresh and I still have feelings for you.
Okay, I thought I’d give it a try in hopes you’d have a change of heart. Hmmm…one hopeless romantic. I erred.
Two weeks pass and realization is tis pointless to waste another iota of my precious time on you. The severance of ties completely is what I need to heal.
In honesty if you had cared you’d have made an effort to fix us. It’s evident now my gut feeling all along was right on – you are a player who taught me a good lesson – one not to be repeated in the future.
Next time, I’ll pay much closer to mixed signals.