I Broke Up with a Friend

Prioritising myself can feel challenging.

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Three months ago I broke up with a friend and it was the greatest thing I did for my personal well-being. Was it challenging and uncomfortable? Yes. Did it make me feel as if I was being rude? Yes. Was it absolutely necessary? Also yes.

I’m sure you know the feeling… the one where there’s a perfectly wonderful individual, someone’s who’s kind, generous in their time, and always down to hang out, share something with you, or with a smile on their face. And many, many people love them. They’re very well liked, Yet, no matter how hard you try, it feels like the click between the two of you isn’t there. As if you simply don’t align.

Every time after we would’ve hung out, I would leave feeling annoyed or easily irritated. Upon coming home it’d often was one of my siblings that would then get a snarky remark from me, even if there was nothing to be snarky about. The first two times I assumed it to be coincidence. Maybe I was just tired from being so busy all the time or maybe they were just being annoying.

But when it happened a third time, I started to reflect on how this wasn’t who I wanted to be and started to think about what could be the cause for me feeling this way. I continued to meet up with my new friend but I saw the pattern, that every time we’d hang…