They say it’s harder to break up with friends than a romantic partner since the rules are a lot less cut-and-dry. This often results in people tolerating others’ company they otherwise wouldn’t be around because they can’t bring themselves to cut them loose.
I’ve only ever friend broken up with one other person who was going down a 4chan bigotry rabbit hole back in the day, and he’d constantly bring up problematic talking points that I’d try to dismantle, but he was too dogmatic to have a conversation with so I had to stop being friends with him.
I check up on his online presence every now and again, but he’s only gotten more racist and sexist. Sometimes I wonder if having more pushback from me or someone outside whatever echo chamber he was in would’ve helped, but he just sapped my energy so much I couldn’t take it.
(trivia for older internet peeps; he was the Legorobot Comics author. If you ever saw his work you could probably tell he was gonna grow up to be a bigot)
Anyways, what’s your friend break up story? What was the last straw? What was the first straw? Any regrets?
You’re telling me you had a friend who was miserable, blaming you and then you cut them out and they started feeling better? There does seem to be a simple explanation here.
Friend here: They weren’t abusing Me. Actually, I got better because I (voluntarily) got someone to borderline-abuse Me for some extra tough love. Doing a hell of a lot better now. I’m all for being kinder to yourself, and I needed to do that too, but sometimes you really just do need a kick in the pants
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