“Fuck you and fuck your shit! I don’t give a damn about your feelings. This wasn’t a secret! It was something I wanted to keep private. For my fucking safety! And now look what you’ve done. Everybody knows and there’s no telling what the hell they will do to me next.”

“I just wanted to be in on it.”

“In on it!” I exclaim with disbelief! “There was nothing to be in on I told you that.”

“I know.” She puts on one of those fake ‘I’m sorry’ looks. “I just thought you might be talking to me.”

I simply stare at her. I want her to go on. I mean, I know what’s coming out of her mouth next — lies.

“Some other people told me they were in the same room as you were. You know, when you were talking with Ruth and Author. They told me they heard you talking crap about me.” I gave her one of those ‘oh really?’ faces. “But I didn’t believe them.”

“We it sure seems that way” I state matter-of-factly.

“I knew you would never —“

“And yet,” I cut her off; I’ve heard enough already; I don’t need to hear any more total shit from her; “you decided to blow everything up anyways! And for what, Nive. Revenge because I kept personal information personal, because you felt insecure, or is it because once you knew you decided to hate me.”

“Well I — I” she stammers.

“Well you what? Cause I know how you are. The way you refer to people. The pronouns YOU choose to refer to them with but not with their actual pronouns.” By now she looks absolutely ghostly. I’m calling her out and she no longer has any defense. We all know what I’m saying is true. Finally — something she can’t deny.

“You are a shitty friend.” I pause before I say this last bit. I wanted to make sure she was hurt by it; she hurt me; fair is fair. “But you’re an even more hateful person. — Leave me the fuck alone. —“