In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Regrets, I’ve Had a Few.”
I put my trust in you when I shouldn’t have. You were upset about how someone else had treated you, to the point you were inconsolable. You looked at me through wet eyes and said through sobs “I don’t understand how anyone could do that to someone else, I would never do that”. I believed you. I shouldn’t have. Whether or not they were crocodile tears I’ll never really know. You confided secrets in me, and I you. We weren’t best friends and that was never the plan or intention. At the time, we were just two people who got along and had been simultaneously wronged by a person we thought we could trust. We felt closer because of it. Or at least, I did.
Fast forward twelve months. Things had changed fundamentally in the world around us. This isn’t the first time, so there’s no reason why it should have changed us as people. I don’t believe it changed me. For some reason, though, it changed you. There was no reason for it. You met some new people but the ones who’d stood by you hadn’t faltered or upset you. We still had your back, like we had twelve months ago, and we thought you still had ours.
It came out of the blue that you’d talked behind our backs, filed serious complaints against us. Complaints that you must have known would lead to our downfall. Why? That’s what I’ll never understand. What made you suddenly think it was okay to do that? What could you possibly gain from it? Were we so horrible? So many questions I’ll never know the answer to.
“I don’t understand how anyone could do that to someone else, I would never do that”. Did you forget that moment, twelve months before? I know you didn’t, because that was when I confided in you and what you used against me at my time of weakness. How dare you? You knew I’d never break the promise you’d asked of me at the same time, to keep what you told me secret. Apparently that never meant the same thing to you.
The girl who wronged both of us was bad, that much I’d not denying. You are worse though, because you saw what it was like from our side, and you knowingly inflicted that stress on us once again. At least the first girl had the good sense to remove herself from the situation after filing the complaint – you decided that it was perfectly acceptable to stay, like you’d done nothing wrong. I hope when you look around you now and see the hurt you’ve caused the people left behind, you realize what you’ve done. You not only lost friends in the people you complained about, you lost friends who stood by us afterwards.
Despite what you did, at least some small good has come from it. We now know who our real friends are and always were, and they now know not to trust you. At least they won’t repeat the mistakes that we made.
I can almost hear your reply to all this. You’d have your most innocent sounding voice, saying “I didn’t know it would lead to this!”. BULLSHIT. You knew exactly what you were doing, or at least would have had the common sense to know where it could lead. There’s no excuse for it. You went out of your way to cause major problems for people who cared about you, and that is the ultimate betrayal. You caused them stress that didn’t need to happen, you caused tears that didn’t need to be shed. You stood there, lit the match and watched the world burn. I just hope karma pays you a visit very soon and gives you a hard kick in the pants. That’s the least you deserve for being such a terrible person and an even worse friend. And I hope karma is in the shape of someone you thought you could trust, so you understand what you did.