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As A Writer, Saying “I Love You” Is Even More Difficult Than Ever Before
“As a writer I am facing myself with every letter that I type, and I can now admit that I don’t love that many people.”
It’s been a long while since my social media audience got a glimpse of my face. So this morning I felt compelled to take a few selfies and upload them to Facebook and Instagram.
Almost instantly I received a comment from a familiar person whom I haven’t heard from in months. And my heart shuddered nervously at her comment:
“Absolutely gorgeous!!! LOVE YA”
While I was flattered by her compliment, I was disturbed by the two words following said compliment. Because the feeling was no longer mutual.
She told me she loved me. But I no longer loved her. At this point, I actually question if I ever did.
This woman was a coworker-turned-friend of mine, but a more appropriate title would be a coworker-turned-free-patient of mine who utilized me as a free therapist disguised as a friendship. Extroverts always know how to hook me into their web of nonstop talking and constant interruptions in the most innocent and seamless of ways.
The workplace was the perfect set up for me to be baited. Once we ended up bonding over the stress of being the only two women in that…
