I should be happy for her… I should be ecstatic. After all these years of dating douche bags, she’s finally found someone who treats her well and is hopelessly devoted to her. And finally, he’s as attractive as she is. I should be jumping out of my fucking shoes with joy! She’s my best friend. I care for her well-being and happiness.
But all I want to do is cry when she talks about him. All I want to do is tell her “SHUT THE FUCK UP” because I can’t handle it. My heart hurts at the very thought of their relationship. Not even because she talks about him all the time, or shares really private details. None of that. She knows the wound is still fresh for me so she refrains as much as she can… She’s such a good friend. I wish I could express exultation at her situation.
Alas, I can’t… because I’m too depressed about my own.
