I actually don't know how to deal with it.
However, when you're honest with someone about your feelings, and what they may or may not have done to you personally, or something that you're working toward, and the next time you see them, they've taken the reigns of the project that you've been working together on for the fourth year in a row, what is this supposed to say?
That they also do not wish to talk to you for awhile?
That your character has forever been mawled by the happenings that caused the harsh feelings?
THAT because I am honest with you about my feelings, for the first time in for ever, I am suddenly not the person that I was before.
Fuck responsibilty, apparently. Fuck character development.
Dear you,
I can, apparently, do nothing right for you anymore.
That hurts.
Thanks for the update, however, on taking over the literary magazine.
I even saved it for you, from someone else.
The conferences, the staff members.
The ideals, the goals.
The focus groups.
All the years that we worked together, and suddenly, I'm not good enough to even help work on it.
Thanks.
Thank you very much.
I'm glad that you can take that away from me, too.
Not just my comfortability, and security in that I have a voice.
-Claire
PS You probably don't know who you are, if you will ever read this.
But it seems like everything I do these day is equivalent to, "thanks for the fuck, here's your money, now get out."
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