I have a friend that I have known for many years. He is in love with me. I am not in love
with him. I assume many stories start this way. He talks about me in a vulgar manner.
every thing I do and say gets turned into something not sexual but perverted. There's
It's almost my birthday. He wants to fix me. He's angry with me. He says I'm the one who
started it by accusing him of something. The thing I accused him of was something he did—
I know it happened. He smugly told me about it himself, and only backtracked once he saw
I wasn't laughing. He says I always start everything. He says I'm too sensitive. He says
that I take everything he says too serious, and just because he said something, doesn't
mean it's true, and I should stop assuming that.
I doubt myself. I don't know if he's right. I don't know if I'm truly too sensitive. Maybe
I don't actually feel this way, but I only think I feel this way because somebody told me
to. But I don't know who that would be, because I haven't actually told anyone about this.
Or maybe I have, and I just don't remember doing it. My memory isn't great. Maybe I'm
making things up just to have a reason to feel bad. But I don't think I am. But
I can't trust myself. so.
he says I always get offended at the most random things. I feel like I need to get away.
I don't know what to do. My body is telling me to run. He's my second-oldest friend.
and what if it's all for nothing and I ruin everything again? what if I'm just overreacting