And what is left for me, then?

[jackofallgeeks]

Andrew,
This is a little note to say that I've enjoyed our friendship of the past year and a half, but I wish to end it. Perhaps this comes as a shock to you. I realize it must hurt, but I have to be honest with myself as well. I simply am not comfortable in our relationship, though I know it is not romantic at all. I wish to drop all contact; I know you will respect that. Please do not contact me in the future. I bear you no ill will and am sure you will be very successful in California. Please pray for me, as I do for you. God bless.
Suzannah


In case you're wondering, my governing emotion at the moment is not hurt, or loss, or lonliness, or sadness.
It's anger, deep and fierce and smoldering.

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[jackofallgeeks.livejournal.com]

What. On earth. Could have been so terrible

My thoughts exactly. And why couldn't she have said, even in this final letter, what was so bad? I feel cheated out of a proper explanation, and the more I think about it, the angrier it makes me. Just all the little, poke-y bits of it. It's not like I'm hard to contact. It's not like we didn't ever see each other. It's not like I didn't just fucking see her a week ago, when she might have said something to me in person.

I feel very angry, and cheated, and hurt. And sick. I think I'm going to vomit.