The last week I had a strange dream: I saw only fog. Directly in front of me. And I sat in my bed and was aware that I was in my bedroom. Out of the fog came a revolver. Someone I couldn't see pulled the trigger in front of my face - and I woke up.
Hours later I received a postcard from a dear girlfriend. With kind words.
Few minutes later I read an email from her, in which she wrote that we aren't friends no more. Like a termination... I would never expected this...
Since then I really feel like shot.
Even though I know she has tremendous problems with her life... this "before" and "after" is very hard for me.
"Before": we were good friends and it always meant that I could help her well. She said so. Over and over again...
"After": I had to read, that I was intolerable for her. All the time.
The fog has lifted and I'm "shot".
I am very sad these days. And angry about the lies.
Karin
Hours later I received a postcard from a dear girlfriend. With kind words.
Few minutes later I read an email from her, in which she wrote that we aren't friends no more. Like a termination... I would never expected this...
Since then I really feel like shot.
Even though I know she has tremendous problems with her life... this "before" and "after" is very hard for me.
"Before": we were good friends and it always meant that I could help her well. She said so. Over and over again...
"After": I had to read, that I was intolerable for her. All the time.
The fog has lifted and I'm "shot".
I am very sad these days. And angry about the lies.
Karin