My world, as I know it, is coming to an end. Just when I'm getting my old junk cleared out, something new comes along to take its place. No, I'm not cluttering up my life again. The person I love very dearly & have always held in the utmost regard, who has always been there for me is making the biggest mistake of her life, and she knows it. I have no words that can derail this inevitable trainwreck.
I feel hurt, betrayed, and used. I feel as though my past is being flung in my face, a gross reminder of where I've been. Somehow I can deal with this when it's someone else, but with her, it's PERSONAL. I've lost my only confidante, the one person in whom I could trust to keep a secret. The person I called with the most private of prayer requests (mine & others'). Now I have no one but God.
This should not be a bad thing, but I still feel the loss as if a death, and in a way, it is. It is the death of the one I held most dear in my life. The most consistent, constant, stable person in my family. The one with whom I've never had cross words for as long as I can remember. The one I looked up to, and wanted to emulate. I am so disappointed.
