20/01/2026
Recently everything came to a head with someone I genuinely thought was different. We got on so well. We shared personal, painful things. I made myself available. I believed we were building something real and mutual.
Then the truth kept revealing itself, piece by piece.
For years I’ve been the friend who remembers birthdays, buys thoughtful gifts, checks in when you’re quiet, makes the plans, and listens empathetically to your hardest stories.I’ve always been the one who shows up — really shows up — because I never wanted anyone else to feel the exclusion...