The grey areas are coming back. I hate grey areas. Those places where right and wrong don’t have a say, because both right and wrong are both right and wrong. My best friend decided to end our friendship recently. He’s a Master. We couldn’t become Master/slave, however, we became best friends instead. I’m a fool. I knew he would hurt when I met someone. I had hoped he would meet someone first. But it wasn’t to be. And now, he is gone. He’s not wrong in that. I understand. His integrity wouldn’t allow him to spend time with someone else’s girl. His pain couldn’t allow him to be subjective. He felt it was best… and he was right.
But it doesn’t take away the hurt. The feeling of being abandoned. The feeling of being let down. The feeling of helplessness when life takes things from you and just laughs in your face. Old wounds laying seemingly dormant, rear their ugly head, bringing me back to that time and place. Always the same story… “they will all leave… push them away first.”
