I came home from visiting Mommy and found my friend, Jaron, at my door. He said he wanted to check on me because no one had seen or heard from me for a few days. Though I appreciated being missed, I didn’t feel like being around anyone or talking about my feelings. That meant my friends still didn’t know my horrible news.
Jaron wasn’t my favorite friend, but I’d still put him in my top five. I told him where I’d been, what happened, and asked him to tell everyone else for me. I’m making the best of every day, but I’m still working through my grief. Telling 85 people my daddy died is just not what I wanted to do right now.
His mood completely changed, as news like that does. If he would have known, he would have checked on me sooner. I appreciated the feeling behind that statement, but I wish people would think about their words before they speak. I just lost the most precious person in my life, but I’m supposed to tell everyone so they can feel good about themselves? No, sir. It doesn’t work that way. I’d never wish for any of my friends to lose a parent, but they just don’t understand the state of mind in a situation like that.
After I convinced him I was ok, the vibes changed again and things got really weird. Out of nowhere, he started confessing all these pinned up feelings he’s had since we were kids, or whatever. I think I knew he liked me a little bit, but I had no idea his feelings were so strong. How did he expect me to respond to that when I didn’t feel the same?
He had to know. As a matter of fact, I know he does. All my friends know I like Devonte.
I tried to let him down gently by saying I appreciated him telling me, but I suppose there’s no gentle way to bruise anyone’s ego. He lashed out. “Oh, you still stuck on Dirty Devonte?” he asked. “Do you even know what he does, or are you just too dumb to see?”
That’s when I showed him the door. I am open to anyone not respecting my feelings, but insulting my intelligence issa no. Thank you. Next.
