{{Nora}} I know you'll handle it well.
I wish I had that faith. I was sobbing in yoga. I'm composing mean emails to her in my head that I of course will never send. I'm hating her. I'm missing her horribly, missing the friend I've had for all these years. I feel like I failed her somehow, as if I had done or said the right thing at the right time then things would be different. I feel relieved that her horribleness has given me a free pass to exit her life. I'm hating me. I don't know what the right thing to do is, and I don't think I have the strength to do it, even if I did know what it was.
Christ. I'm sorry to be so memememe. I'm just having a hard time thinking of anything else here at work and am really trying to keep it together while I'm here.