Bestfriend… I always used to think that without her I would crumble. I held her up on a pedestal and worshipped at her alter. I dropped everything for her time and time again, putting her first. Then she started to ignore me. She stopped texting me back. Broke plans. Started friendships that I wasn’t included in, posting her adventures with her new friends on Facebook, After a while, I stopped trying. By the time she wanted us back, I didn’t want her anymore. I realized that we were only friends when it was about her. I deserved better. I’m married now. I have a home. I have a family. I have a career… she’s still single and living at home, pushing 40… I guess I wasn’t the only one that didn’t want her.