WARNING: This blog post is most definitely what I would clearly label venting. Please understand.
"You've been frumped," Anna analyzed.
Naturally, I was perplexed at the use of the foreign word. After seeing the perplexed look on my face, Anna explained that it is an expression coined first by our friend, Ashleigh, pertaining to the situation in which a friend ended the friendship. Much like being "dumped" in a romantic relationship. When one is being "frumped," he or she is being "dumped" as a friend. I thought the invention was ingenious.
Anna was right. I was frumped.
One of my friends, who will remain unnamed, has ditched me for the last year or so for a boy, who will also remain unnamed. Reading this, you might think that this is a normal case of friend jealousy. However, I might have to disagree, since I can produce witnesses who would testify to the truth of my case. I think that there is a healthy way to be in a romantic relationship yet still preserve friendships. Apparently my friend have no idea how that can be done.
I have made a promise to my friend - let's call her X - to do something for her. I, mind you, made that promise when we were still friends. Then, the frumping process began. What I'm wondering is: does she still have any friends left? Apparently X has only one friend in her life, her boy. People might think that it is cliche to say that relationships need work. But they do. And my friend, X, completely did not care about our friendship. As a result, I - being the independent person that I am - moved on with my life, without her. And now, much to my regret, I was called to act on that promise I made.
You see, X still very much thought that we are friends. She still calls me "friend" and tells me she misses me. Every time I hear her say that, I have to exert every effort I can to control myself from regurgitating. I am quite disgusted. When we were still friends (and my definition of friend is of true friendship, where friends hang out with each other and actually are interested in each other's lives), I would jump at the opportunity to spend time at her place. Not anymore, though. Recently, she asked me if I'd like to come and spend the night. As you probably could tell, I'm not jumping for joy.
Anyways. I just needed a place to channel my exasperation.. frustration.. disgust..
You might be wondering what I'm going to do next. A promise is a promise. I make sure this is completed, then she'll go her way and I go mine. I'm not saying that I hate her and will never talk to her again. No. What I'm saying is that our relationship have changed throughout the course of the year from close friends to mere acquaintances. It's sad, I know. So sorry. Wished it was different, but it's not. I've moved on with my life.
A disgruntled ex-friend, signing out.
