I guess that is true. I have outgrown this friendship, and it is toxic. I was thinking of it like this the other day. When I left NY I was 28, and I was 41 when I came back. During the times I was gone, I did grow and mature, and I am a different person. Hell, just in the last few years I have done the most growing.

My "friend" does not get me. She did not understand why I stood for so long, or even now why I continue communicating with the SG. Ummm Hello...why is that any of her business? I could understand it if I was torturing myself by talking to him, but I'm not.

And she knew my brother, well. She knew we were close.

I have gone dim. As a matter of fact, if I don't call, I don't hear from her, and then she bitches at me for not calling.

One sided friendship...sheesh...

Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..