I won't regale you with all the stories.
But when someone has been a part of your life for almost half of your life, the loss is hard.
It got too hard. Too difficult. Too fraught with tension. I got really tired of tip-toe-ing around. I got tired of not saying what was on my mind. So I stopped.
I got tired of being 'friends' with someone, when it was all about her. My stuff didn't matter.
She's a difficult person; always has been. But that was ok for a long time. And then it just got to be not-OK anymore.
I'm not saying that I am perfect.
She got really vicious at the end. It showed me that she was filled with hate and malice. The emails were written to stab and hurt; and they did.
So I'm sad. But relieved at the same time.
But more sad. Than glad.