I was right.
I hate it.

As soon as you told me,
Months before you actually
Moved out,
That you and your boyfriend
Were going to start looking
For a place together,
I began an intense grieving process
For our friendship.

Got tears and snot
All over your car.

Sorry.

I knew our friendship wouldn't survive
As it was
Once you moved out.
You spent months trying to
Reassure me it wasn't true.

That this time would be different.

You left.
My students burned me out;
Triggered a severe spike in my depression;
Made me suicidal again.
My drinking spiralled...