Pity?

I have come to the realization over the past week that I am better off not being your friend. I tried to be the bigger person and I grew up and moved on from our discretions and have realized that you have not. You’re still lying, and still fake. And even though you pity me, it should be me that pity’s you.
I have a family, and I have amazing friends, young and old. I have drinking buddies, chilling buddies, gossip buddies and shopping buddies. I have numerous acquaintances that call me a friend and buy me shots.
What do you have? You do have a few close friends, and acquaintances, and a family. But do you have a smiling godson like me, or a loving husband? Do you have a place that you call home and feels warm and welcome? Do you have a flourishing career that makes you so happy? And free time to do what you please?
I have all of that and more. I have what I call “treasures” even though they are just a smiling little boy, or a warm heart to come home to. I feel loved every day, by my closest friends and husband. And I feel so overjoyed that I am pursuing my dream of being a commercial model and having a career in engineering.
I am so happy and I’m not fake. If I don’t like you, I tell you. I don’t smile and nod. If I don’t want to hang out with you, I tell you. I don’t just go and ignore you.
I honestly wanted to hang out with you, and even though you “rain checked” you never had any intention of hanging out with me, or ever becoming my friend.
For that I pity you, for being shallow and fake and not being a true person.

That was my in deep conversation with myself today. I hope you enjoyed it better than the "I love shoes obsession" segment.

<3 Mrs. D