We can’t be friends. I don’t think boundaries exist for you. I so enjoy talking to you but I also think I enjoy it too much. I would be upset if my partner was talking like this with another woman. So it’s time to let go. Maybe in another life we got together, but not this one. It sucks.
How dare you tell me that you do not want to have any personal conversations with me and to keep it professional, without telling me what I did to deserve such stigma. We were friends for several years. The least you can do is tell me why. Why can’t you face it? You are the one that is acting unprofessional and running to your new job will not save you from yourself.
How did we go from talking or chatting for hours every day…laughing, learning, living…for years, to nothing but hate and disdain. I remember your eyes, I remember your smile. They were constant and consistent and comforting.
Then you slowed the chatter, stopped sharing. I asked you, and you said you were too busy. I said ok. I will respect that.
Then you couldn’t even look at me when you said hi and bye. I asked you and you said you were busy, that’s why.
You created some space, then more space. I asked you again and this time you said the space is intentional. The you need to focus on yourself and work.
I give you space. I don’t know what happened. You won’t talk to me. More space. You can’t talk to me nor look me in the eyes.
I try again, you ignore. I congratulate you on your new job…more space…you ignore.
I ask again, let’s not burn a bridge, let maintain now that we have space. Maybe this I safe…and you say you never want to have a personal conversation again…
How did we get here. I have no idea. You won’t talk to me, you won’t look at me. Just keep it professional (how ironic)
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How did we go from talking or chatting for hours every day…laughing, learning, living…for years, to nothing but hate and disdain. I remember your eyes, I remember your smile. They were constant and consistent and comforting.
Then you slowed the chatter, stopped sharing. I asked you, and you said you were too busy. I said ok. I will respect that.
Then you couldn’t even look at me when you said hi and bye. I asked you and you said you were busy, that’s why.
You created some space, then more space. I asked you again and this time you said the space is intentional. The you need to focus on yourself and work.
I give you space. I don’t know what happened. You won’t talk to me. More space. You can’t talk to me nor look me in the eyes.
I try again, you ignore. I congratulate you on your new job…more space…you ignore.
I ask again, let’s not burn a bridge, let maintain now that we have space. Maybe this I safe…and you say you never want to have a personal conversation again…AR-15 through the heart...
How did we get here. I have no idea. You won’t talk to me, you won’t look at me. Just keep it professional (the irony)
I am not giving up on our friendship. I can’t believe this we have a valid reason to end the friendship like this. I will give you space for now, but will be checking in. I hope you are open to exploring your feelings and finding whatever truth exists. I am not mad at you, and know there is probably a reason for this, but I also believe there is something trapped that needs to be freed. You are keeping it in and I’m not sure that is healthy. I care about you immensely.
AR - Augmented Reality, you enhanced my world for several years with layers of timely music suggestions, deep show and movie discussions, sports fanaticism, food & diets recs, fitness focus, self-improvement and a general youthful energy. You made my life better in every way and yes, I developed feelings for you.
Despite this I always kept it professional and understood the limitations of our dynamic. Every week was a rollercoaster of getting to spend time with you and separation. It was not always enjoyable but I took the lows with the highs.
So what happened? And why won’t you talk to me about it? I have tried many times, first in person, twice, then via heartfelt text, twice. You cannot even look at me anymore. Why?
Did I indicate my feelings and that makes you uncomfortable? Do you have feelings for me, and that makes you uncomfortable? Did some of the insinuative jokes from colleagues lead you to believe I am something else? Why?
Please talk to me
Dr. S