Rumors are a bad thing. One person may or may not have said one thing. Another person hears something wrong. It’s the game telephone but with real stakes not just, “my dog ate my homework,” changing into “where are my whale flippers.” I would like to think that I do not let one thing influence my option of someone but something just happened that it might be the case.
When I was in elementary school and middle school I was teased. I was not skinny enough, not pretty enough, not this not that. I hated it. Like many young people, I felt like a loser. When I entered high school I was not teased or bullied. For the first time I saw other doing it. I promised myself right then and there that I would never judge someone on what others said or did but to make the judgement call myself.
I royally failed in this instance…and for that I am sorry. I promise I never meant to hurt you but I did not know how to deal with a “supposed” betrayal of friendship. Whether it happened or not I could have handled everything better. I am sorry that this had to ruin our friendship. It just hurt hearing that someone who I considered a friend could have said them. I thought that I was past all that but in an instant I was a 12-year-old in middle school again, the 2 worst years of my life.
Rumors have a way of starting drama and I am so not that kind of person. I want to grow up. I want to mature and be a civilized. Being a grown up, my mother says, is knowing when to pick your battles. Fighting for a friendship is always a good fight.
From the bottom of my heart….sorry…
Erica Is A Professional 