Versailles
Enlightened
- Oct 1, 2020
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It is a bit usual for me that some people treat me in a hostile way frequently, after all, I have not been blessed with a lifestyle where I do not have to go through so many difficulties. It strikes me how some people point to ourselves as the only ones to blame for the misfortunes with which we have had to live, a rather superficial way of thinking, if you ask me.
I had a childhood friend, he was the kind of friend you could have fun with or joke around with, but not the kind of friend you could trust with quite serious or important things, I already knew this, however, it didn't bother me too much. But later that person became a despicable being for me.
As everyone knows, the person I loved the most, with whom I spent 5 years of my life by his side, committed suicide. Which left an irreparable wound for me, because she was the best thing I had ever had in my life. My friend, far from helping me or being there, began to behave like a fool, to blame me for her suicide, to tell me that I was not a real boyfriend, to call me gay and little man, to tell me that he wished death her conscience would torture me for the rest of my life and that the only way to redeem myself from my "sin" was for me to commit suicide too.
These words hurt me a lot, and he repeated them constantly, until several of my classmates decided to hit him at the university so that he would stop. After that I didn't hear anything more about him.
Time has passed and this person contacted me again, asking me to forgive him, saying that he had converted to Christianity and that he had become another person and that he would be willing to rebuild the friendship that we both had. My answer was that I blocked him, I don't intend to forgive him, I never will and I hope he lives with it.
I had a childhood friend, he was the kind of friend you could have fun with or joke around with, but not the kind of friend you could trust with quite serious or important things, I already knew this, however, it didn't bother me too much. But later that person became a despicable being for me.
As everyone knows, the person I loved the most, with whom I spent 5 years of my life by his side, committed suicide. Which left an irreparable wound for me, because she was the best thing I had ever had in my life. My friend, far from helping me or being there, began to behave like a fool, to blame me for her suicide, to tell me that I was not a real boyfriend, to call me gay and little man, to tell me that he wished death her conscience would torture me for the rest of my life and that the only way to redeem myself from my "sin" was for me to commit suicide too.
These words hurt me a lot, and he repeated them constantly, until several of my classmates decided to hit him at the university so that he would stop. After that I didn't hear anything more about him.
Time has passed and this person contacted me again, asking me to forgive him, saying that he had converted to Christianity and that he had become another person and that he would be willing to rebuild the friendship that we both had. My answer was that I blocked him, I don't intend to forgive him, I never will and I hope he lives with it.
