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I AM DONE. So her and I met up yesterday because it was our day off. She had sympathy for the death of my grandparents. So we went to the movies because she wanted to cheer me up and not sulk and mope all day and it won't do any good.
After the move and lunch we went to the ice cream place and she looked at me. She got frustrated and scolded, “Why do you still look moody? Is this what your grandpa would have wanted? To be sad all the time and cry? I am trying VERY VERY VERY hard to cheer you up and you don’t seem to appreciate! Look people die. We’re not going to be around forever. We’re NOT! At least show some appreciation and buck up. BUCK THE HELL UP!!!” And she shoved me and stormed off to the bathroom.”
I was shocked and everyone say the whole thing and looked at me. I just put my head down. Then I got so angry and when she came outside when she saw me with my things I scolded what the hell is her problem and screaming at me when I just lost my grandpa last week was uncalled for and very insensitive. Then she yelled, “Okay? What did you expect me to say? It’s the truth which you are too immature to handle. That I’m sorry for your loss? People die so there’s no use of crying! He’s dead he was old! He isn’t coming back GET OVER IT ALREADY!! And shoved me.
I went off on her, “That does it! I have had it with you!!! I’ve had a lot of insensitive people in some of my family and I don’t need this shit from you! You’re supposed to be my friend but I guess you don’t know how a damn thing about being one and empathy! Next time you see me, don’t look at me, you see my number, don’t call me, lastly don’t even come near me because this friendship is OVER! I AM DONE!” I grabbed my things, purposely numbed into her and left just in time for my Uber life to take me home.
I don’t know what she did after but I didn’t care.

When I was about 5-6 years old I was in the backyard playing with my older cousins, they had a little shop and a bread van came, I remembered the bread man asking “where are the girls?” and my aunt told him “oh there back there”, when he was coming I saw my cousins running up the stairs so I start running too they close the door and I was left outside I only made it 3 steps he was already near the stairs so I spit on him then he grabbed the back of my pants and pulled it leaving my butt exposed I start screaming and crying then he said “say you’re sorry and you’re not going to spit on people again” so I had to repeat “I’m sorry and won’t spit on people again” while crying then he let me go and I ran up the stairs and then my cousins open the door. Every time I see that bakery van I get scared.