Venting post. Just need to get it all out.
You sit across the room, a friend I thought I knew. We shared wine and chats and cheese while puppies played in the summer breeze. Then something changed; a whisper, a glance at another. A joke between children crushed beneath your foot where before it would have been shared and laughed over.
I followed your advice, and you punished me for it. I never wanted to be anything more than what I was, but you told me I should be bigger, more hungry. So I took that feedback, and started to chase. But at every turn, I was stopped. Held back. And now my frustration shows, you eye me critically and give me coldness. An idea I pitch is dismissed until someone else suggests it, then it is run with.
I’m so hurt but every time I try to bring it up I’m told there’s nothing there.
I miss my friend.