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A Phase I Recommend Skipping
A shoulder to cry on. A listening ear. A hug. All the things I had now that I didn’t have before. Things that should have been the most basic in most friendships but hadn’t been for mine. They had been my best friends for five years. How was I supposed to know that I was allowed to open up? How was I to know that I could cry on their shoulders, tell them about my day, or ask for a hug when they had never offered to let me? Only now did I realize how deprived I had been of such simple things. Only now did I realize that they had restricted me from spending time with my other friends or making any new ones. Only now did I realize that my real friends were behind me all along, waiting to catch me whenever I fell. No matter what cliff I fell off of. And I fell. But this time, I didn’t just fall because I tripped or stumbled. I was pushed.
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This little short story is based on when my three best friends of nearly 5 years suddenly told me they didn't want to be friends with me any longer. It scared me at the moment- who was I supposed to spend lunch and after school with? Who was I supposed to talk to? It broke my heart because I had been so close to them. But after I let them go, I realized that it hadn't been a healthy relationship in the first place. I would have realized that sooner, but they had been my only friends for a while. How was I supposed to know that friends were supposed to support me when my only friend had never done so?