And a small glass hits the bar. I looked at it and time froze. Memories of when I got drunk and what it did to my body physically and emotionally started to pile up. I answered with a quick “Nope….. I appreciate it but nope.”
My friend looks at me and says “What have you done with (insert my name here)?”
I replied, “She is not here anymore. That person has died.”
My friend gives me a combination of looks of confusion, disguise and what the fuck?
Then comes the peer pressure and the guilt trip.
I don’t hear any of it. All it sounds like is the teacher on Snoopy. I have absolutely no clue what my friend is saying and I’m thinking I don’t have to explain why.
This goes on throughout the whole night. My friend is explaining to everyone we know that I decided not to drink alcohol and I’m at a bar. My friend continues to say why are you at a bar if you are not going to drink?
Constant negative comments and it’s always about them.
Then it hit me at the moment. I don’t really know this person. I have never really hanged out with them. I have never really talked to them. I have never had a deep conversation with this person. Are we friends or are we just acquainted with each other?
I leave once this “friend” loses sight of me.
I don’t want to deal with their drama and bullshit so I leave and smile.
What was I thinking? That person is a toxic individual and I will continue to take out toxic people in my life.
I’m going through a detox mentally, physically and emotionally.