I know you may not fully understand this, but believe it or not we’re not in high school anymore.
Just like in the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore.
As much of a shock as this might be to you, we don’t have to continue to act like we’re in high school simply because we’ve known each other since then.
It is possible to grow up.
Looks like one of us did that and one of us didn’t…
Your constant immaturity, catty insults, gossiping, and passive-aggressive attitude has caused me to come to the realization that maybe we’re better off without one another.
I mean, you practically shunned me from the group of girlfriends I thought would be by my side for my future wedding, my first housewarming party, my future children's birthday parties, and so much more without even a second thought.
I had watched you shun people from the group before. I cautiously and cowardly stood by and let it happen as you convinced everyone in the group that it was for the best.
This time, it’s me who's the target.
The others do as I did to the ones before, too afraid to speak up and voice their opinion against the almighty yet childish leader of the pack.
Slowly but surely, you have pushed me from the group with every step I had seen so eloquently performed before.
First, ignoring my attempts to make plans or even friendly conversation.
Second, convincing everyone to do the same.
Third, making plans including every soul but mine and then explicitly posting about it on social media to ensure the dagger went straight into my shoulder blade.
And lastly, blatantly ignoring the fact that I was in a time of need and acting as if you were never a part of my life nor did you intend to stay a part of it.
I’m not stupid, I can take a hint.
I’ve known exactly what was coming for months now; I just postponed officially cutting ties with you until I had made a new group of friends I could lean on that would treat me as a friend instead of an enemy like you had.
Trust me, it’s not easy for me to let go of something without a fight.
I’m one to speak my mind and let others know when they’ve hurt me, let me down, or disappointed me – all of which you had done, for the record.
And not just you, but all of your minions too.
Somehow I knew that standing up to you and giving you a piece of my mind would only be tiresome and pointless.
It had already been decided. I had already been replaced.
But that’s okay because so had you.
I hope you enjoy living in your high school glory days for the rest of your life while the rest of us grow up and make meaningful relationships with people built on respect and love for one another – neither of which you showed me during our years of friendship.
So goodbye, high school friends.
I only hope that your minions can have the balls to have a mind of their own one day and realize the damage and hurt they’ve helped create for every girl who’s fallen victim to your games.
High School has been over for me for quite some time and I have no intention of going back.
We’re not in Kansas anymore.
