I hate that you know what I’m talking about.

I never even told you, but you already know, don’t you? They told you because they were “expressing their concerns?”

I used to trust them without a single doubt.

But my privacy was carelessly violated. I should be the one to tell you about it on my own terms.

I don’t want to get so riled up or be so crass.

But “catching you up on all friend group lore” my ass.

Is that all my trauma is to them? Some lore?

Hot gossip to burn me with, tea of my tears to drink with, rumours to use as prompts for games of broken telephone?

Welcomes are polite but you weren’t here before.

Do you think you’re entitled to my privacy because you joined our friend group? I am a stranger you’ve never known.

I’ll talk about it and hope to find contentment.

I guess it’s better than harbouring resentment.